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Nov 2017
In my nightmare, she
Grabs me and slams me down, but
I never feel it

In my nightmare, they
They ask about my bruised up neck
I feign innocence

In my nightmare, the
Cuts tear everything apart
Like I wish they could

In my nightmares, it's
The truth that scares me more than
Any false monsters
Just venting.
Breeze-Mist
Written by
Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
(19/F/North America)   
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