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Poem: The Demons Beneath My Bed Are Calling Me!

Eyes open; Can I see?

Strange but I can be nostalgic,

Here it is, How it is.

My blanket is cold, the pillow is wet, and I am NUMB!

The dark space is scary,

The void is inevitable, inescapable, so deep;

Maybe an abyss?

Hold on I sense something is moving.

The demons beneath my bed are calling me

Time to say GOODBYE!!

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