Complete. Utter. Terror. Clutching that teddy bear and hiding under your blanket isn't going to turn the lights on. You are alone, and you don't stand a chance. It doesn't matter how quietly you cry because it's too late. Hopeless. It isn't the pain that scares you, is it? It isn't that you don't know what's there. No. You know what it is
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*bows to holy Jeff-cow*
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Moo.
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