Trapped
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Complete, First published Oct 02, 2015
Carnivals are supposed to be fun, but this surely wasn't. 
I had somehow found myself inside a mirror fun house .
those sickly reflections watching your every move.
mocking you.
tat dark maze, those eerie lights.
its terrifying.
I'm searching for a way out but it seems like its just an enclosed room without doors or windows. 
if there's no way out, how did I get in? 
along the rows of mirrors, down the corridor I wander.
"hello?" I call out, a little panicked.
surely I couldn't be the only one in here.
my mind began to wander in horror. what if I'm trapped in here forever?
would I ever get to see my family and friends again?
why did I come in here?
I began to hear voices. voices of the lies I've told in the pass.
soon I began to hear other voices.
"liar." they said coldly. "we thought you were one of us" 
crumbling to my knees I began to cry like a baby.
I hate being trapped. 
trapped inside my head.
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