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Created but unexpected

I’m the fruit of your sore

Stimulated by fear and imagination!

Accept my existence!

I'll be your worst nightmare

You don't have to close the

door, it won't help.

You'd rather block the gates

of your mind!

I know you haven't called me

but I'm here, can you hear me?

I can feel your fear growing up.

I've had lots of bodies-now

I’ve got yours

I'll lead you, I'll take you with me!

Don't hide! you can’t run away

From your own thoughts - believe me

I'm your bosom friend!

created. though unexpected!