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Nov 2017
I toss
Around in bed
Can’t
Sleep
Wish I
Could
Then suddenly
Nightmares
Monsters
Death
Waking up in a
Cold Sweat
Dark room
Can’t perceive the
Gloom
Wants to
Go to the bathroom
But
What about
the hand
About to grab me if I do?
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Crandall Branch
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Crandall Branch  20/M/Frenso
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