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Reaper


I cant sleep for fear that i will bleed in my dreams, they pull me under the covers and rip off my skin with there teeth and i bleed and i screem and i don't want to dream. i'm scared you see of grim, the reaper. he creeps. wraped in black robes and riped sheets from the kids he made screem. i can see him, i feel him, he wants me. He's creepy, i only see him in my sleep, my dream when i count sheep, i count black sheep and then he creep. his gools, they reap. He waits for the flat line "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP"

But he won't wait for ever. I dream of his sythe in me when i wait for a dream to become reality. 

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