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The nightmare woke me up.
I can’t breathe, I can’t move.
I’m terrified of what I just experienced.
Was it real or was it not?

Why was I being tortured in my sleep?
Who was the villain in my dream?
It was myself.
I was my own villain.

I tortured myself, I bullied myself.
Self-Hate, Self-Doubt.
It was my own mind.
I was chased endlessly with the hate.
The hate coming out of my own mouth.