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Nov 2015
I live in such constant fear that my dreams will crawl out of my ears
and into reality,
that I keep having flashbacks of memories I don't have.

I find myself on dark nights
crying about things that haven't happened
and could happen only by chance

I think of the many ways I've never gone flying off the road
when I'm on my way home and I'm sitting next to my thoughts
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