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Jun 2017
There was a girl who became her dreams,
but her dreams were just nightmares in disguise.

The monsters crawled out of her head
and slept with her in bed.

She would scream and shout,
but there was no way out.

She listened to what the monsters said,
so her arms dripped red.

So she did all a little girl would,
she looked to a shooting star and wished that she could.
Written by
Psychosa  22/F
(22/F)   
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       Desolation, Sam, PoetryJournal, Faded and Ryan Holden
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