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Apr 2017
Trapped like a mouse
But this is not about a house
Cornered in a alley with no way out
Darkened as the night where no one will hear any shout
I ran but have no pace
Escaping being like a race
Followed by Thugs
They all had rough looking mugs
I was weak and meek
The Thugs were strong being at their peak
I didn’t have much money on me
The thugs surrounded me, but their faces I couldn’t see
They pulled out a Gun and Knife
I knew this could be the end of my life
Surely, there was no way out
I had to be clever and think
Otherwise, I will be like a sunken ship and sink
I tried to reason with the Thugs
I was outnumbered and didn’t win
I just knew I came to my end
A knife was put towards my stomach
Just when the **** was ready to stab, Police cars came with their bright lights
I no longer had the feeling of being uptight
I am alive and that is something to praise in excite
Now I can sleep and Good Night.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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