The skeleton on the wall stalks me at night. It tries to grip at my soul. I resist the skeleton on the wall. It follows me at night. The skeleton seduces me with its evil grip. I resist it but it grabs my heart. It won’t let go. The evil grip won. Now my heart black and stone cold. It lured me into the dark. Now what do I do?
MANUEL JESSE LOPEZ 
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