We're all just shadows and dust.
Monsters aren't under the bed there lurking in your head.
Maybe I don't wanna talk.
Just let me stay in the shadows.
Set me free.
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Story by We're just shadows
Watching waiting, crying, dieing
When Twyla turns 12 she starts to here voices in her head talking to her. When she tells her mom her mom take...
