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Turning off the lights,
darkness swallowing up the room,
hunkering down for awsome frights,
turning off the lights,
surviving, oh, so many nights,
darkness is a fitting tomb,
turning off the lights,
darkness swallowing up the room.
I wrote this two years ago, it been published in my school's literary magazine, if you want to hear others that i did just ask
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