Nightmares

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They came to me every night. Sometimes it didn't matter if I wasn't sleeping. They crept towards me from the dark corners of my room. They whispered to me. Told me it's okay to be afraid. I was afraid, but I couldn't let them see that. Soon, they'll come for me. They'll take me. They've tried before. This time, I'll let them. I hope I don't scream too loud.

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