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Dear diary, I'm home, it's night, I'm lying in bed In the room below I hear a noise, footsteps
There's someone, maybe a thief I'm losing the light, the steps are getting closer. I'm not afraid, but I want to play with the strange dream thief.
I don't feel like it anymore. I can't anymore. I can't anymore. I can't anymore. I can't anymore.
I know you're a bastard.
He's a good boy now.