Childhood Part 2

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I had friends visit me at night

They were the only ones that were able to understand me

One day they stopped appearing.

I wondered if I did something bad to them that made them stop visiting.

Then they started coming back they were covered in blood.

They told me: "We took care of the ones who don't understand the special"

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