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Ghosted

Where do I run to?
It’s just behind me
Not knowing who or where to go
Dim light is all I see

Then I realized
I can’t even run
Can I ever rise
From the tumour of this scorn?

Fear grips me
It won’t let go
All my effort is a futile feat
And I’m in a deep hole
With no one to my rescue
It’s like I’m in an unending abyss.

It later downed on me,
All this was just a dream
Now I’m all wet
Sweating from the unknown heat of fear.

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