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Your neck is bruised and red and raw,
dear dream.
Your pulse is feeble, last that I saw,
dear dream.
Your eyes, they have lost that light,
dear dream.
Your soul has given up this fight,
dear dream.

This you know in your heart,
dear dream.
That you were never meant to be a part
of the soaring hope and flourishing start
expected of you by them,
dear dream.

The noose,
It tightens around your neck,
dear dream.
They’re telling you you’re a wreck,
dear dream.
You are given marching orders, ‘
dear dream.
You are given reckless borders,
dear dream.

The noose,
It tells you how to feel,
dear dream.
It tells you when to heel,
dear dream.
And when I tell you to run,
dear dream.
Catching you will not pass for fun,
dear dream.

The noose,
Waits for you in light and dark,
dear dream.
Waits to douse that spark,
dear dream.
Flee, my dear,
dear dream.
Hide, my dear,
dear dream.

The noose,
It waits patiently for its due,
dear dream.
A warning, an ode.
Run, my dear,
dear dream.
I ******* hate this world.

I hate how it tears apart everyone I love from the inside,
ripping us to shreds and blaming us for not being strong.
It tells us that we are wrong or broken or not good enough to ******* carry on.

But *******.
We haven’t failed.

Society has.
I inhale as much as I can, until my lungs are full
and inhale again to fill the void.
I hold it there until my brain begs me to release, and I do.
I hold my head under water with only my mouth and nose free to breathe
And listen to my heart beat
and nothing else and then I hold my breath as long as I can until it hurts and my heart starts to panic,
my brain doesn't know what to do so it doesn't do anything.
Everything becomes quiet
And calm like the sea after a storm
or the sky before one
Then I breathe, but it feels like dying.

— The End —