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old poetry
4 am
I wake up in my warm bedroom in my nice neighbourhood
I wake up feeling cold
My eyes still closed
There’s a man in my room
I can’t see him
I feel his presence
I fucking know he is there
I fucking know he wants to harm me
I know I’m going to die
All my red flags and alarms are going off
RUN
YOU ARE GOING TO DIE
RUN
HE WILL GET YOU
I open my eyes
No one is here but me
I still feel petrified
Im sweating gallons
My brain feel like static I’m to scared to move
“He will kill you” the static states
“It’s your fault you failure”the static states
“YOUR TOO WEAK TO RUN”the static screams
I lay in my bed motionless like a dear in headlights
I cry until the feeling goes away
I cry without making noise for hours on end
I fall asleep fatigued and drenched in my own sweat and tears
Just to wake up
So I can fall asleep again
And wait till 4 am
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