Black Pond

November 7, 2008
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wander through the snowy, dark forest
with my dress torn up, and no longer white.
I struggle to stay awake but I already know
I'm gonna lose the fight.

My feet are bleeding because my shoes are too tight.
My hands are cold, with will I live through the night?
I hear my name being called, I turn to around to see
but I see no one behind me. I look back and wander back from once I came.
I still hear your voice calling my name.
I feel the hairs on my neck stand up
I feel a scream in my throat ready to erupt.
I'm frightened by what I see. For what I see in the black pond isn't's me...

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