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May 2013
I feel my eyes drooping,
The pattern is still looping.
One day, to a night,
I just sleep and feel alright.
But now I cannot escape,
To that world where there is no hate.
For I know a greater horror lurks there,
But yet it really is everywhere.
A flash, a slight closing of my eyes,
And I awake back to that place of lies.
If I shall awaken from this horrid nightmare,
If I do survive, I might be changed. Beware.
Written by
Heath Leonard  20/Agender/USA
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