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Hey, is this okay? Can I sleep here for the night? Do you mind at all? Am I bothering you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.
I find myself awake at this hour. I can’t sleep. Monsters crawl across the floor. Shadows haunt the edges of my vision. Demons hang from the ceiling.
The questions pop up like fireworks Sparks flying out  I cover my face, evading them while fire licks the dark sky I push my hand over my ears I don't want to see, to think It hurts, my head straining
The grade must be good, yet it's not unless i make this poem.
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