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Run. Run faster. Hurry, IT'S catching up to you.
Spin. Spin faster. The world's a great blurry mess.
Running from an uknown fear that haunts your thoughts and dreams.
Picking, itching, digging at you until IT wins its fight.
Will you give in to it?
You poor, misguided little girl.
Mommy's not here for you,
she can't take your hand.
So run while you can, dizzily through the maze.
You need to run faster kid, IT'S catching up to you.
Spin. Spin faster. The world's a great blurry mess.
Running from an uknown fear that haunts your thoughts and dreams.
Picking, itching, digging at you until IT wins its fight.
Will you give in to it?
You poor, misguided little girl.
Mommy's not here for you,
she can't take your hand.
So run while you can, dizzily through the maze.
You need to run faster kid, IT'S catching up to you.
Published 19th May 2011
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19th May 2011 4:31am
In line 3 it should be an not and, also in line 5 you forgot the *n* in picking.But besides that this is an okay poem.
