"The little man with horns makes his way into my dreams at night;
he makes me quiver.
I want to run, to escape,
but there are some nights that I can't pretend.
Memories of my childhood haunt me like a spirit.
I'm trapped in his hands.
He has me under his control.
Searing icy blue eyes stare into mine.
Even now, I still feel scared.
Maybe one day, I'll be able to escape."
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