Imaginary World

February 8, 2011
By Jessica1993 BRONZE, Kennesaw, Georgia
Jessica1993 BRONZE, Kennesaw, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"Friends are the angels that lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

The shadows pass by me, taunting me.
Their red eyes beam from the bushes.
Their claws scratch me.
Tearing my jacket.
I run. . .
I run. . .
No matter how fast I run they follow right behind me.
The sun will never rise again, they have covered it.
I run in the dark, I will from now on.
Some see a little light at the end of the forest.
They follow it and I never see them again.
But it never shows itself to me.
Will it ever show itself to me?
Will it?

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