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The darkness of the night fills my bedroom,
The illumination of the moon gives me hope.
Stars twinkle, letting me know it will be alright,
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The wind hisses a tune in my ear,
I cringe as the sky becomes black. 
Rain droplets fall upon my face,
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I stare into the mirror,
Despise what I see.
I Stand and look closer,
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The wind blows in the night, 
And the river flows about. 
Trickling down the rocks, 
Its destination, I know not. 
The water is cool, 
Its touch makes your body quiver, 
As you follow it down the rocks. 
You travel down hill, 
Your feet strut across the lush, vibrat grass. 
You reach the mouth of the river, 
The water steams into the air. 
You breath in and its warmth relaxes you, 
Your whole body relaxes in euphoria. 
The moon shimmers on the face of the water, 
And the steam from the water reaches to the moon. 
The warmth entangles you, 
And it keeps you trapped.
Your mind clears and your thoughts degenerate,
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The wind blows in the night,
And the river flows about.
Trickling down the rocks,
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My mind spins,
And my heart pumps,
Thoughts swirl,
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A quiet breeze blows,
And the grass shimmies about.
The cool wind hits every blade,
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You're tied in chains and the room is dark
Your mouth is covered, it's getting hard to breathe.
The room is hot, and a sweat breaks out on your head
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Stranded on an island, I bury my head 
I sulk with sadness, as tears stream down my not-so-bright young face. 
No one to comfort me, hold me, or save me for both parents are dead. 
I am shunned from others as clouds deny the sun on a rainy day. 
There is no ship to save me from this hell, i am alone, 
Where is this miracle the nuns have told me?   
I am a lost puppy with nowhere to go, 
I am a lost child, who just doesn’t know. 
Loneliness does not only consume my mind but fear controls my thoughts 
Will my life entangle me to my own peril? Or will an angel restore faith in my soul? 
For when should an angel burst through the rotted black door 
And take me away from this dark, cold, hellish place I resort to calling “home”? 
A light flickers in my mind, for this future is not possible. 
I sit here, on this cold wooden floor as rusty nails poke at my young legs, 
Alone in the dark as I shiver and water leaks from the roof 
I sit here, and glare the only window that brings light to the room, 
It is dirty, cracked, and has never been replaced 
I watch families in the park, laughs of angels, giggles from the belly, 
And the strengthening hugs of their guardians, 
I sulk and recede from the cracked piece of dirty glass 
And I look to my sheetless, broken mattress that kills and pokes at my back   
I look to the lifeless walls, to the barren room, and finally to the door. 
With wide glossy eyes I stare at it, I wonder, I hope. 
I curl up into a ball, as I shiver in the cold and from the tears, 
When will the hellish nightmare end? 
When can I wake up and say it is all a dream? 
Never. 
I can never say that. 
That black, lifeless door will never open, 
Never will my soul be at peace,   
Never will I be held in the warm arms of someone whom will love me. 
The great pain subdues my body and I fall into a sleep 
Only to wake up once more, 
Only experience this nightmare once more, 
Only to feel this once more, 
But now I sleep, 
For that is when I am at peace 

Stranded on an island, I bury my head
I sulk with sadness, as tears stream down my not-so-bright young face.
No one to comfort me, hold me, or save me for both parents are dead.
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