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Fake

Isn't it meant to be scary? 

Isn't it meant to be mean? 

Isn't it meant to be sinister? 

On the night of Halloween. 

Look at all of the ''zombies''.

Look at all of the ''ghosts''.

Look at all of these ''monsters''. 

They're are just as scary as toast. 

I haven't jumped at all, I haven't screamed. NOT ONCE. Maybe it's not them. Maybe i'm just a dunce. 

The falseness isn't enough, I want to jump out of my socks, something has to be different. Nothing like Jack in the box.

I'm sick to death of fairies.

I'm sick to death of cats.

I'm sick to death of the grim reaper. 

And witches with their stupid hats.

It's time to get down to business, and spook up this boring scene, I wish the whole world to be scary. On the night of Halloween. 

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