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Shaking of the hands,
Migraines in the head.
Pressure of others,
Surrounding the packed mind.
Hair discheavled,
Thoughts never stopping.
Depression increasing.
Body being run over,
By a foreign creature.
Skin soft as silk,
Pale as the moon.
Nature eyes turning red,
Feeling dead.
Thoughts of death are gaining up on her.
She will not do what others say.
She will die,
Instead of killing others.
She is suffering slowly,
Blood in the body is decreasing.
Hunger growing stronger,
The sanity of mind is fanitly still there.
She is growing weaker.
Becoming more and more like an animal.
Not knowing what is wrong and what is right.
Sanity completely gone.
The smell of blood is appealing.
She is gone…
