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Dec 2014
The Earth gets smaller,
As I grow taller.
As the ground is shrinking, my heart is sinking.
And my body goes numb.
One.
The walls close in,
The air gets thin.
I can’t breathe.
The room comes in tighter, My head feeling lighter
Can’t be free.
Two.
She’s done nothing wrong.
Her life wasn’t long,
Because the gun in my hand.
Three.
His eyes are dark, and his mouth isn’t there.
My throat is held tight, and no matter how hard i fight,
my body is held in the air.
“This is for your own good, Tobias.”
No
I wake up. It wasn’t real.  I slowly start to feel.
I’m no longer Tobias,
I’m Four.
Cassandra Nichole Arellano
Written by
Cassandra Nichole Arellano  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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