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Mar 2014
I feel like they're going to start again..
These nightmares so vivid,
They'd make anyone else combust from the fear.

I feel like I'm being watched,
I felt a light tap on my temple,
A ringing in my ear.
Are they playing with me?

What if this time I'm ****** so deep in slumber,
That I don't wake.
I just stay trapped in this wicked life,
Where the end isn't found, not even with a knife.
-d.***
Dánï
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Dánï
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   --- and Heliza Rose
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