The Friend(immitation of The Child)

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[I hope y'all have a merry xmas(or whatever y'all celebrate) and i'd like to thank everyone who is following me and/or reading this. So here is a poem about my friend (You: 'No shit, abby, look at the damn title'. Me: '..........'.) and the poem has nothing 2 do w/ the holidays, so ur welcome.]

She lives among a demon,
A curse, and a hiding friend.
She is bound.

She walks to the library.
Hidden among the books,
She hides from the demon.

She hears whispers,
It is the curse,
But she ignores it.

She walks until she trips,
Losing her hidden friend,
But found by her demon.

When she finds her friend again,
She hides with them,
Until she can fight what binds her.

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