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I hate that I get scared a lot,
Like a story with a twisted plot.
I hate when I get anxious in the dark,
It makes me feel like losing all the spark.
And when I sleep deep in the night,
I feel lost, covered with fright.
Creatures chasing me like there's no tomorrow,
Waking up crying, filled with sorrow.
A gun on my head,
And all people dead.
Some of the few things I see in the night,
Makes me want to find the light.
A person watching me on my sleep,
Or is really a person? I wondered too deep.
I can't move, they can't hear me,
And I cried and prayed silently.
Those things I never want to see again,
It all appeared but not when I was ten
Waking up tired and feeling unfair,
For not sleeping in the night because of the silly nightmare.
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HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
