"Aww, my teddy is my best friend," five-year-old Azra whispered, hugging her toys close.
"I'll never leave you, Bunny Poo," she giggled, unaware of the shadow lurking just outside her door.
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I was a child who began to imagine just to escape realityโnow here I stand, holding onto one of those escapes, Revulsion.
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