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Mar 2017
Slipping through dreams
Is like falling through water
It moulds to your skin
Becomes a part of your soul
I never figured out why I'm afraid of the dark
I think it's because deeply I'm afraid once the lights turn off I may never return to reality
Always stuck drifting
A lonely wanderer
Written by
Shadowhollow  16/F/England
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