They are calling,
My tears are falling.
I hear glass brake,
and I start to shake.
Foot steps getting closer,
my breathing gets slower.
The door handle shakes,
my silence breaks.
Beating and pounding against the door,
it opens, and my body hits the floor.
Screaming and hollering, to get away.
Finally awaking, to realize its day.

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