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Hidden UnderneathThe darkness of the night that hides,
With something unseen that lurks in the shadows.
You yearn for the light,
But this demented creature has other plans.
This creature is unlike any other.
But rough as sand paper.
Not warm and soft,
But cold and solid as a rock.
And not comforting,
But sinister and demonic.
If you stand still,
You can feel it.
It brushes against your cheek,
Its touch sends shivers down your spine.
But no matter how hard you try to hide your fear,
It knows, and can sense the sweat forming on your brow.
Because that's what this creature feeds on,
You could try and out run it,
But you can't see.
It is as if there is a blindfold over your eyes,
Keeping you planted where you are.
You could try and stand up for yourself,
But this demonic thing whispers threats in your ear.
This, in turn, makes you stay.
Because even though you think it's a dream,
And that you will wake up soon,
The actuality is that you aren't dreaming.
You came to this place on your own,
Life in General
If nothing goes your way,
Maybe then it wasn't meant to be.
If people tell you our wrong,
Look back at them and say 'No'.
If life gives you lemons,
Don't just make lemonade like everyone else.
Not everything in life will go your way,
but don't just fit in with the crowd.
You can't be 'normal anyway,
Because there is no such thing.
'Normal' is just the exact meaning as 'same',
But there has to be a difference.
Maybe not everyone can be different,
But there has to be some who are.
Don't be afraid if you choose to be different,
And don't worry about anything anyone says.
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