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Every night i lie in my bed,
Cold and afraid of the nightmare to come. Scared of the sreaming and running in my dreams. That face, a horrible face. The face i see before waking up screaming. The woods, the branches clawing at me like knives. Stumbling over roots and unstable ground. Afraid to look back at the dark face trying to catch me. He tries to grab at my hair missing by just inches. Everything so real. I trip knowing that he's inches away. All i can do is scream. I wake up screaming only to relize its only a dream.





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