Hush
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Horror
Hush little child do not say a word. Your dreams will serve as a sanity ward. Hush little child the night is long. So let me make sure that nothing is wrong. I will peer inside your head while you rest in bed. Then change what is flawed and make it perfect instead. Hush little child please go to bed. Only the prayers to the lord can save you from the dead. Little do you know child how much they want you gone. They shall hunt you down like a little fawn. So hush little child rest your head. While they reside underneath your bed.
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