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December 4, 2010

It is a brick wall
Standing in front of me 
There’s no place to turn
There’s no place to hide from it

It creeps up to me
Stalking me, a ninja
Quietly, it creeps
Creeping closer and closer

And then suddenly
It sticks its hand into me
Up and down my spine
Softly touching my organs

It then finds my heart
And grabs it as if it fell
Its hard grip tightens
I start suffocating

Sweat beads on my face
My skin begins to pale
I bite my lip down
My eyes search for an answer

I thrash through papers
And my brain begins to burst
“I can’t think,” I say
“I can't finish this task.”