#6

my nightmares become thoughts
that hunt me through the day –
in my sleep i’m angry,
so people are angry at me
i’m sad,
so people are leaving;
i’m talking in my sleep
unfathomable words of choked whimpers

the world is destroyed,
and my world follows –
i cannot be free,
for my dreams are my reality.

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