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Aliens
My vision is dark The walls hold me in I sit here with tears wondering if I should unlock the door If I do the Aliens could hurt me Poke and prod Stare and gossip If I stay here, let my body wither Maybe death would take me and make the darkness permanent The Alien’s question and look for a way into this room But I have the key I want to stay locked for just a bit longer My eyes too scared to let the light in
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