My dreams are heavy,
that I often wake up
gasping for air.
My dreams are dark,
etched with loss and heartaches
that I wake up searching
for happiness.
My dreams feel real,
that I often **** up
trying to soak in reality
when emotionally and mentally
I feel the residue of the trauma
of being dragged through those lands.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
My dreams are heavy,
that I often wake up
gasping for air.
My dreams are dark,
etched with loss and heartaches
that I wake up searching
for happiness.
My dreams feel real,
that I often **** up
trying to soak in reality
when emotionally and mentally
I feel the residue of the trauma
of being dragged through those lands.
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