My Demons

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He walks out

Out of my mirror

I cant move

I cant scream

I watch intently

He creeps closer

His hand wraps

around my throat

I cannot breath

I'm crying

Tears staining my pillow

I jolt

I'm sitting up

I breath

I'm awake

I look around to find

Nothing

But the walls of my room

-pheonix

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