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Is It a Dream
I can't seem to find myself, where am I, why is it so dark here, too many doors when i touch the wall. Collecting my scattered guts, I push a door open, hoping to find a hope I step in, and fall deep and deep. When I turn to look I discern all the doors leading me here. Is it a dream, I really hope it is. oh no!! why is my skirt raised, this place is full of eyes staring hungrily at me. I don't seem to understand it, why does their stare make me feel unclad. I feel their stare ripping off my clothes slowly thread by thread, i feel like I auricular them mumbling fresh meat. oh no!! why do these hand's touch make my body feel like I am burning in hell. Is it a dream, I really hope it is. where is my daddy who routed me here and told me that I was being taken to fair. when on mention of fair, I got ready in my new pink frock, where is my daddy?? can someone help me find him. I feel strayed like in dense forest, I feel suffocated like in buried coffin, I feel dead like on a crematary bed. I pinch myself assuming to wake up from the dream but even that seems to defy me. Is it a dream, I really hope it is. right now all I know is I am 11, my body is in great pain and I am being told that I would get used to it. I miss my abode, when at home I dreamt of being a doctor or a pilot , but now my dreams seem to be locked away and key thrown. Is it a dream, I really hope it is. but no!! i will not let them bury my guts cause I will dare to dream, and i will keep daring untill i reach that home where I dreamt those dreams. Is it a dream, I really hope it is.
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