Nightmare

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It's claws sharp, 

It's eyes evil.

He could not live his life like this anymore.

The fear,

Anxiety,

Pain.

His dreams were no longer fiction,

They were real.

It's razor sharp talons,

Cold blood thirty eyes.

He was no longer dreaming, 

He was living his nightmare.

Short I know, but quick.

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