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I Stand Alone,
Scared to be alone in the dark,
I Stopped,
Scared of getting caught
I ran again,
Scared of the dark monster
I Stopped
I feel his hands on me
I ran again,
This time darkness consumed me.........
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Priyanka Bhushal
I write whenever I am depressed. It's my coping mechanism, an escape from the reality
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