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Mar 2014
It must be a dream but I don't remember closing my eyes, it truely is a dream
I don't remember reality feeding me lies
If you crave a happy ending then clearly you haven't been paying attention
This must be the ally I heard about
Keep breathing which is hard when panic pushes oxygen into my lungs
This isn't my bed, its unfamiliar, there shoud be another way to explain it
A doorway but no door, should I call for help Wait I'm dreaming
Do you know what's going on?
Ignoring the freakness moving closing closest I feel the burn, I'm squessing my fits
I'm not looking to get saved, I'm grown
I'm a lady I should wake up and go ***.
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marcia noria sono  witbank, south africa
(witbank, south africa)   
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