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I'm sitting here at my computer, smiling.. 

I'm not happy at anything imp-articular. Yet, I am smiling. 

I need to smile, I need to make out that everything is fine, even when my friend is on the call to me, screaming and crying that she knows something is wrong.

I have.. to smile.

Why?

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Because if I stop.

The man behind my curtains, is going to kill me.

So I have to...

Keep smiling..

Even as I hear him come behind me, through the tears.

He won't let me stop.

..

Help me.

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Just a short creepy pasta.

Not anything long.