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Running through alleys
White sheets flying precisely,
Growls, screams, screeches,
Running through life's bridges
Paper monsters chasing without
Order,
Jumping out from every corner
At the end of the alley a bright
Horizon,
Always strive to get to my zone
Cant even focus, because all this
Stuffs are bogus.
They keep on clouding up my brain
I have my pen pistol loaded,
I shot the monsters till they exploded.