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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1537390

Talks about a person who is in the dark and lost and scared.

Nothing surrounds me but the dark forest

Can't see anything but pitch black

Can't smell anything but fresh blood on my hands

I run and I run but I can escape

I hear leaves and I hears screams

So I continue runnin

But theres nothing there for me

I trip and try to get up

But my own fear holds me here
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