A poem...really becca?

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My body rises from moist grass
Dreaming my head reminds me
I walked it a was beautiful.
A graceful land.
Flowers were singing with delight
The sun shinning a ray of bliss
The grass swaying I'm the imaginary wind
As i walked hitting a invisible wall.
It showed a face that had been etched into my head.
I screamed and ran,
What else was i supposed to do?
The room shifted to cement floors and
Walls,
On the other side he stood.
Two people behind him.
"No..." I said, it was all to real
I WANT OUT OF MY HEAD
I screamed. I ran into the wall as the approached I slammed my fists into the wall screaming suddenly there they were here.
It's to real
It's to real
IT'S TO REAL
They grabbed me
I fought back
Wake up
Wake up
WAKE UP DAMIT
The bruises formed on my arms as I fought.
Stop please
Stop please
STOP
I don't want this again!
I can't give up this time
I'm not helpless now.
Please. stop!
I felt hands every where.
No!
No!
Not again!
I kicked.
Hitting some one.
I bite.
Hands left.
I punched.
People backed away.
I screamed.
I ran.
Not again...not this time...No more!
I grabbed my head and look around
Let me wake up.
Please
Please
Please!
I slammed my head into a wall. And then black.
I woke up screaming and panting,
Then I cried,
With only memories if him...

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What I'm fine. This is fine. Yup


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