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Vivid Fear

Bound up, tied down.
My mind races, too many faces
flash through my head.
Help!
I have to find a way out.
Kicking and screaming
is my only route.
Cold hands press me down,
please stop!
I yell and plea. Get off me I beg.
Laughing fills my ears.
Their off!
What?
My brain is stuck.
What's wrong with me?
I duck down when
pounding consumes my head.
My imagination is so bright,
I feel i have to fight
when it's really just the fear
of it becoming...
real.



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