June 2, 2009
By Tyler Crill BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
Tyler Crill BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
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The other night I woke in a cold sweat.
The room was blurry,
I wipe my eyes and notice I had been crying.
I sit in darkness,
waiting for my eyes to adjust.
I feel a trickle on my chin.
Licking my chin I notice it had a metallic taste,
looking down I see a pool of blood.
Had I been crying so hard I started to bleed?
What had I been dreaming about?
I listen for the yelling,
and fighting of my parents.
All is quiet.

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