Pyscho
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Last published Sun, Sep 14, 2014
I remember that it hurt; coming out of that trance hurt. My head snapped up, my eyes stung, and my body was twisted as if I was a braided rope. The thing about nightmares is that eventually you wake up. This is no nightmare it's more like a game. One that entices you with rumors and commercials. One that will mess with your brain and make you feel inhumane. One that you will rock back and forth in the corner in the dark thinking of, too scared to venture out into the light. One that will surely make you go pyscho. The nightmare that no longer waits for sleep.
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