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Oct 2015
I dream my nightmares happily.
I'd rather have those than dreams.
Because they're more interesting.
They make me, me.
Every night I cry myself to sleep.
Every morning I wake up and scream.
Everyday is my real nightmare.
And my nightmare's are my dreams
Written by
Sad Case  19/F/Up On Mars
(19/F/Up On Mars)   
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