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Aug 2010
As I lie in my bed I think
My eyes get watery and I feel cold.
Slowly my eyes close and I fall asleep;
I’m asleep, but still awake.
My mind is still thinking
And the thoughts are still there.

The emptiness of my mind gets darker
And a picture appears.
The thoughts have come to sight
And have come alive.
But, only I can see the thoughts.
They are vivid
And I cry in my sleep.
But, then........ a flash of light.
The curtains have opened
And the tears are trickling
Down my face.
But I can’t remember.

But, my mind has kept them safe.
Steve Collins.
1985, age. 15
Steve Collins
Written by
Steve Collins  Chelmsford, Essex
(Chelmsford, Essex)   
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