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Are you afraid?

I am afraid.

This time it's not

the Grim Reaper, or Skully, or the Gargoyle.
 
I'm not even thinking about Hannibal

eating those brains.



I couldn't run if I wanted to.

I'm afraid I don't remember

how to run

or how to talk

or say those things She likes me to.



If I can't speak the words She wants to hear

She'll remove the sheet

and make me eat your heart.

That scares me ~ when I ate Mother's

heart it seemed like it was

going to beat forever.



I wonder how long you'll continue to mumble.


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