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Petrified
There they come,
they come after me.
are they real?
why can’t I feel?
Am I here?
I fear when they’re near.
I want to run
run away from here.
But then, I’m lost,
ain’t got nowhere to go.
should I stay,
and survive for another day?
I don’t know.
I really don’t know.
I don’t want to know.
-PGY