My gut says no, dangerous things await,
dark and peril breathes on my corpse,
banging did me no good,
scratching, clawing only led to broken nails and shedding of my blood,
I stay in a trunk and my killer stays alive and plump
Now I linger in this attic with my story to tell,
But I scare all who enter my desperate tomb.
Weekly Schedule (11/29-12/3)
15 years ago
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