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I see the moon it looks as

Sad as me.

I feel the wind.

It’s as cold as I am at this

Moment.

I feel the blood

In my body

Turn from warm to

Cold.

I feel my very heart

Turning to stone.

I feel my hands shaking

And my mind racing.

every moment anticipating.

What do I do.

Where do I turn.

There’s no way out

No where to run.

So then I cry and start to shake.

Toss and turn.

And then I wake