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If you live here don't ever bring me to stop in.

Submitted:Mar 24, 2010    Reads: 67    Comments: 4    Likes: 6   

All day wasting my time falling away to the the way we've been trained. What went wrong what did I miss what have I learned. How did I just wake up to this. Same old ways but in a strange place. Disco balls. Happy faces. Streem on the wall. In this state I feel so small. Shapes and sizes of all different kind. Everything was so tall. Kindred spirits with the howling breeze. Floated by me and the crooked beams below my feet. I wasn't intimidated. Cause they weren't cruel. Out of confusion I took a run for the door. There was childrens laughter. With the riddles they told. And there parents where looking for them in the halls. Thought I saw another ghost past me In this scary motel. But it was just a shadow I was following. I trailed far behind. When I ran into a janitor I asked him where's the exit he said sorry. You stayed here now you'll never leave. You jumped through the mirror you skipped into the other side. In your old living you reflection has taken over. And he's doing a good job. Don't worry you have tone to stall. Is what he told to my ears. At the predicament. I thought about my relatives I would never see them again. With that thought I was off to sleep for morning was near and I knew I had to prepare for the chanting. We had with our breakfast me and the families in this same situation. I would see them again tommorrow. I silently whispered walking in the middle of the frighning walls. When I lost sight of me was when I got stuck in motel creepy.


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