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Save me from these horrid dreams.
Save me from what rips at the seams. I close my eyes hard and tight, Wanting it to go away. It creeps, It crawls, it does what it wants. It sneaks behind me, Giving me a fright. It walks and talks but mostly taunts. Its not my dream, It does not rip at the seam. Its apart of life, I cant deny. It will always be there, Even when I close one eye. What am I?
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