DARK

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It's dark
I can't see a thing
I'm stumbling around the unknown
Running from them,they keep biting me
Ripping off chunks of my own flesh
Snarling and shrieking,they surround me
They push me to the ground,ripping at my hair
Their steaming hands melt my flesh
They destroy me
And I don't even know what they are

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