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The Forgotten

March 1, 2009
By Goinwifflove SILVER, Bronx, New York
Goinwifflove SILVER, Bronx, New York
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Hiding away.
Running fast.
The smell of your fear makes you easy to trak.
But you still run.
Shadows jump and fal.
Arise and go below.
To the underworld.
suddenly all breathing for you is gone.
A painin your neck starts, then increases.
And increases.
Everything goes a blurr.
You knew the next you would awake.
You'll be a monster.
You dont want to kill but the next thing you see is your enemy.
Your prey.
Your offically a monster.



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