I awaken to vivid flashbacks of dreams that haunt me.
Hurricanes, tornadoes, shootings, falling.
Funny, they all represent the catastrophe of danger and tragedy,
which is what we became.
You gave up on me, you destroyed me, you took away anything good that I had been blessed with.
And now all I am left with is the remnants of times past.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
I awaken to vivid flashbacks of dreams that haunt me.
Hurricanes, tornadoes, shootings, falling.
Funny, they all represent the catastrophe of danger and tragedy,
which is what we became.
You gave up on me, you destroyed me, you took away anything good that I had been blessed with.
And now all I am left with is the remnants of times past.
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