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Wake to the sun
One Step, to the floor
You move on up, to the door

Hands still shaking,
Body still in shock
The day shows brightness
And screams happiness

The night before..
Holds terror and strange shadows
You wonder and pray, all was a dream
Just some bad nightmare, nothing more

You look yourself in the eyes.
The mirror reflects your fears
These marks are real
The nightmare no longer a dream
But something so much more

Slipping down the wall
Holding your legs tight
Tears stream down your face
As you think
How do I escape?