Is this really

the ways things are

suppose to be?

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Something's got to give

or something will give in me.

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Horrors chase me down

a dusty old road.

Rage is hiding behind the

door of my room.

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Terror is haunting, things are

over my head now.

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But people keep telling me

everything will be okay.

"Love God" they say,

is it okay to laugh at them?

"Everything is not going to be okay,"

vicious monster whisper in my

ear. Life flashes before my eyes.