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Mar 2020
My nightmares fill the air
The demons running free
Fingers tugging at my hair
Ruining what I might be
Terrified and yet amazed
Frozen solid in this place
Standing still inside a cage
Yet by nightmares being chased.
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πΏπ‘œπ“Š  24/F/Oregon
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