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You glare at me with those spiteful eyes...
I'm glad to see the back of you;
Packing your stuff in anger.
Safety, minutes away.
You call me something...
I stand my ground.
The door slams.
Relief.
Gone.
About the Creator
Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerely hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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