Nightmare
I am crying in a bettle nest
No were to take a rest
My hands are crunched
Legs are couched
Everything seems so drowzed
Looking here & there to find a way
But darkness signals the end of day..
My eyes are paining
Everything seems draining
Throat is chocked
Situation seems to get rugged
Praying for a saviour
But situation had its own selfish behaviour.
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