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The story starts:
Swaying on a street dark and lonely
Under rain, barely in it, very out of it.
I hum along to the songs I keep
For moments like this -
I twisted my hands -
Scraped and bloodied and I tried
To catch
My breath
In the freezing.
I sat down to hold the sobs in,
And old neon lights and dreams taunt me,
Then -
Darkness.
In front of me, blocking glaring
Lights -
He offered a hand -
Sinister smile knowing -
And I took it.
Eyes,
They see something.
Hands,
They could choke me.
The monster,
It must have recognized mine.
He whispered and
Made fun of our deaths,
I walked away
With him -
"What do you want from me,
Where do we go?"*
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