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Nightmare

Don’t know why it keeps coming back to me
Why is the world pointing at me?

Last night was a show down
It pressed me to fall down

Climbing that unending ladder
The more they gather

The more I ascend, the farther
The more I scream the harder

 Attraction huge like magnets
Broken glasses on the floor in fragments

Much guns and daggers like gangsters
Faces with costumes of monsters

Quickly I saw a mighty hand
He took me away from that stormy land

It was tall like a hundred storeys
But it was a true story.
                                                                                                                                                By J_amaze

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