二十三

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the covers are always a safe place in my bed, everyone's out and i am home alone, i slip between the covers, trying not to think bad thoughts.

in complete darkness i whisper to myself, "is it stupid that i am afraid?'

"don't worry, friend, they can't get us in here," it whispers back.

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