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Feb 2016
I watch myself
Unable to see what my own eyes see
It sees me
It wants me
Its presence
Behind me
Tall and Dark
It thirsts
It craves
Drawing nearer
Reaching
Mouth agape
Heart racing, anticipating
My legs are heavy
They won’t move
Time slows
Tears fall
I desist
It always ends the same
Inescapable, this thing chasing
The secret chaos
Of a mind untamed
A reoccurring nightmare
dri witz
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dri witz
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