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Grip
Author:
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I can't tell what's real and what's not.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror - Words: 122 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-01-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2878558
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my grip on reality is slipping.

my heart races as i
pace this empty room,
looking for what i cannot
find. but i know it's hiding around here,
somewhere. i just have to know
where to look
.

paranoia sets in.

i can no longer distinguish reality
from my fucked-up fantasies.
i respond to the slightest
stimulus: the softest touch,
the smallest sounds.

i'm imagining things.

i can feel his hand in my hair,
his fingers touch the lobe of
my left ear. his breath tickles
my neck. his lips tingle
where they kiss my skin.

& i can't remember
if any of this is real,
or if it was all just a dream.

a/n: am i going crazy?

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