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May 2018
It is coming
My cataclysm
I am being watched, but there's no one there
I keep waking up when I'm not asleep
The lasts whispers of my dreams
Are the skeletal remains of a macabre nightmare
I am so tired, but I cannot sleep
What is the difference between dreams and reality?
I can no longer tell if I am asleep or awake
I fear the night
I live in terror of my own mind
...
I'd rather stay awake anyway

h.f.m.
Hannah Marr
Written by
Hannah Marr  19/F/Canada
(19/F/Canada)   
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