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Apr 2015
It comes back in flashes,
a faded memory.
I don't want it there,
Squeeze my eyes shut but...
I can see it when I close my eyes,
like it's happening all over again
It plays over and over,
I can't stop it.
Isn't it funny...
Your wildest dreams could become your worst nightmare?
Julia Elise
Written by
Julia Elise  Sturgeon Bay
(Sturgeon Bay)   
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   Marissa, James Gomez and Just Melz
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