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... >murder me for what I’m about to do.
Not figuratively. Literally.
He just might rip out my spine and use it as a back scratcher of some kind... if he doesn’t feed it to me.
But I can’t wait till morning. I can’t sleep.
I can’t sit still. I can’t even breathe normally.
I need to talk to someone about this, and soon before it rips my throat open just to get out.
I need someone else to know what I sensed before I lose my mind.
I march ...
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