Mushrooms
Imagine being genuinely afraid for your life.
You crave the comfort of your own room,and your family but not even that helps.
Not at the least..
Everything's jumping out at you,and it's all a blur.
You wipe your eyes to try and see clearer,but it only makes it worse.
You feel like you're melting,and peices of you are being left behind..step by step.
You dread the next few hours of your life,just wishing you could be numb til it's over.
"Help me,help me,help me" It's all you can say or think.
The worst part is-You know it's not real.
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