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Oct 2016
They keep checking under my bed,
But they don't even try to check inside my head.

I let myself to sleep in deep,
But not even a minute i open my eyelids.

There's the scream that i always here,
The nightmares that  i have fear.

I hate myself for being here,
I hate myself for being like this,
I hate myself for wanting to be free,
And i hate the nightmares that always hunt me.
Written by
Sight Pallado  Manila,Philippines
(Manila,Philippines)   
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