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Times Ticking...
Insomniac tip toeing in through the path haunted by delusional dreams me laying awake choking on each echo of my Minds games. Left to question every little thing. Is this a false hope or a living night mare I don't dare ask... My hearts rhythm blasts through my ears next thing you know I Crash. Slumber at last .But wait not so Fast Fists flung out Hits the white wall as the screams begin Now the true test starts which will win the demon with in or the monster from the mirror???
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