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I am the finger down your spine when all the lights in your house go out, the monster under your bed that keeps you awake
at night, you know me just as well as you know the inside of your closet when the lights in the house are all turned down
low.
The shadows that fill your room and the doubts that fill your mind must come from somewhere, the silence that fills your
skull screams an eternity of monstrosities visited upon the past and will return again in the future.
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