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There was no end in sight
From the horrors that played
In the cold of the night
I no longer wished, nor did I care
As long as I, was safely where
They never can find me, I’m hiding
Those voices inside of me, chiding
Tried to lure me out, with a hideous shout
Oh, the terror was just not subsiding
So I’m stuck behind this wooden door
I’ve no choice, I have to stay
Here, no one else can find me
And I like it, just that way
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dornahainds said:
Brilliant!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you, Dorna! 🙂
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