Darkness. It burns my eyes, slowly enveloping me.
Oh, my God, he is coming for me,
I'm scared, he knows
I'm going to die
he can hear me crying,
I can hear his footstep,
he's coming
it's quiet
so quiet
Oh
he is here
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Hmmm, who's coming? Lemme hide my head. . .