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May 2014
The door is shut.
No way out.
No escape.
They are trying to **** me.
Chasing me like a lion hunting its prey.
Sharpening their teeth.
Getting ready to rip out my throat.
I feel forsaken.
Abandoned by everyone.
No one is going to save me.
No one can save me.
What’s killing me are my thoughts.
They run through my mind like the tears rush down me cheeks.
Like an endless mist blocking my sight.
I can’t see a future.
*Where do I go?
Written: May 12. -2014
Clindballe
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Clindballe  Denmark
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