That Night

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There's a demon in my room. Looking directly at me, with its piercing blue eyes, staring into my soul. He moves closer and closer and closer. Each step it takes, is heavier than the one before. He moves to look at me, cups my cheeks to look up at him, and he kisses my forehead making it burn. He caresses my hair and walks away. The next morning i have this weird lookig scar and remember the demon that kissed my forehead. Now, I'm marked forever

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