The breaths emanating from the wood panel,
Searching high and low for what it might be,
I exhaust my mental faculties but do i care,
Is it all in my head or just some jagged dream,
The screams are real though and nobody else is here,
So i yell for the screaming to stop,
Yet all i hear are echoes whispering “not today”
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