boogeyman

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The boogeyman is real just not quite in the way we think he is not a behemoth of green flesh no, the boogeyman wears blue. He does not linger underneath her your bed he roams in the open world
Underneath my bed while I fall asleep Lives a creature that slithers and creeps It claws at my hair to get to my mind, and the answer to “Why?” I may never find.  
I still believe  in the Boogey Man.   His image has changed throughout the years. His claws are now stress, digging into my skin, pulling out my hair.   His eyes glow yellow,
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