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Sep 2010
My mind a twisted trap,
as gnarled as a tree,
oh who would envy me?
Ensnare my thoughts and dreams,
a shadow is seldom as it seems.
As they trap my silent screams,
I finally remember my dreams.
I wake with a terrible fright,
of the monster that gave me a fright.
He has many a dreadful lair,
for he goes by the name NIGHTMARE.
Written by
Haley  NH
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