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Aug 2012
A memory, or a distant past,

Once upon a time, it was real

Now were just lost in time,

And in your minds



The pain is all you feel,

Of life and of death

The cool slice of a knife

The click, of a cocked gun

Or the breeze from a plunge



We thrive on it

But only in your mind,

Your fears, they project us

But to everyone else im nothing…

Just dead



Those who see us, fear us

Closed eyes shadow the darkness

To all our souls,

And as the light flickers,              

You’re drained



And so the dark brings us light to live

As demons, fears, nightmares…

So tell me, am I truly real

Or just a dream?



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Written by
Dylan Chavez
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   Marisa Wallace
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