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I hear all their whispers
Their words; so critical
I look them in the eye and feel their laughter
and hear them cackling in the distance
My heart starts to speed up,
It’s beating faster
All that is in my mind is to run
I try to pick up my feet but they feel like lead
I would sprint to the closest hiding place,
but my legs won’t seem to budge
It’s the same old nightmare
Repeating time and time again
I try to escape, try to make my dreams know I am in control
but I am not
I’m not in control of anything
Their faces distort
As their laughter gets louder
Like nails on a chalkboard
It makes me cringe
and I can’t figure out how
To make this nightmare end