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Opening The Door

I can hear you creaking outside the door
I know you want inside
I know you want to steal my childhood from me
You want to tell me things
I don't wanna hear
But you don't care
So you tell me
Some call you Truth
Others call you Honesty
But I call you Killer
Because you are here to murder me
I sit right by the door
With my knees up to my face
I know I have to open it and let evil in
I don't want to
I'm not ready
I think as I turn the handle



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