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A silent little gurl,
With morbid tendencies,
An enfacuation with death,
With unhealthy dependencies.

It seems I don't care about,
What you think of me,
But your words are damaging,
Flooding like the red sea.

The red sea inside my head,
Is filled with mourning creatures,
The ones inside your nightmares,
With horrific features.

The ones with boney backs,
and long gruling snouts,
The ones with glowing eyes,
And unwholesome shouts!

The ones that go bump,
underneath your bed,
The ones beneath the floorboards,
The ones you always dread.

The ones that creep and crawl,
and scratch you in the night,
And then when you awake,
They are outta sight!

These creatures are my friends,
My only family,
and if you do not like them,
Then you really don't like me.

Looking through the keyhole,
Of the entrance to my mind,
This is just a sample,
Of what you may just find.

A silent little gurl,
With an unreal prime,
I give a taste of blood,
In this liitle rhyme!

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