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There's something

crawling

inside of me...





It

whispers

evil

things

when I'm

alone.



And sings

quiet

little

songs of

insanity

and fear.






It snickers and taunts

through it's long yellow teeth.

I try not to listen

I have to be strong.





I smile when friends talk

but I don't hear them.

I don't let them see me.


Just below the surface

there is something crawling...


It's crawling and waiting

inside of me.







poem... "Hiding" by Timothy R. Wallen
copyright TRW


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