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Feb 2015
I'm so tired
But I cannot sleep
For my dreams at night
They make me weep
When I close my eyes
I see it there
Reaching for me
Pulling my hair
I grind my teeth
And try to yell
But I feel so heavy
And my throat starts to swell
I try to run
But I go nowhere
I try to escape
But I still see it there
So awake I lie
With sand in my eyes
Waiting for it
That thing I despise
Rochelle Angella Conner
     Marco Buschini and Lior Gavra
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