Dreams


These dreams... why do they
Happen to me?
Why do I suffer pain, I don't
Deserve this, I beg and
Plead.
I am surprised I'm still alive,
I just wish that I could
Run and hide.
These dreams over power me, I
Wish I could just push
Them out of my mind.
It is an endless struggle
I deal with every night.

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