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not a poem
It was upon this day, where I write with my Feathered pen seeking out the clown they call pennywise. Just as I saught out the valak much like an urban legend such as bloody Mary, A valak other known as a demon of fear, obviously he was a no show .
Only to realize that the Pennywise I was looking for, searching for the one i saught out was there the whole time staring back at me. through the mirror i usually refer to as a looking glass, i saw this demon and i realized it was just me left to face this reality. Or as some would say realm. To understand the fear i feel the screams of panic was nothing more than a reflection on how i truly felt
to be continued
© LileveLuna
Only to realize that the Pennywise I was looking for, searching for the one i saught out was there the whole time staring back at me. through the mirror i usually refer to as a looking glass, i saw this demon and i realized it was just me left to face this reality. Or as some would say realm. To understand the fear i feel the screams of panic was nothing more than a reflection on how i truly felt
to be continued
© LileveLuna
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