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the boogeyman comes knocking at my door in the dead of night
i bury myself under plush pillows and blankets to hide my cries
i don't want to let him in, but he forces his entry
sitting down next to me, he pats me gently
he calmly whispers for me to come out of hiding
my frail body jolts at the flash of lightning
eyes clenched shut, i count to ten and pray
that's what mommy said so he'll go away
paralyzed by fear and caught by surprise
the boogeyman hovering over me with hungry eyes
and i'm still afraid of the dark...
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