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Dreams in Their Worst Way

Dreams are like my worst insecurities.
They make my life dejected.

Every night they lurk into my head.
It’s like a madcap on my body.

My brain darkens, my mind seeps into my consciousness.
I hear voices of strangers aware.
They walk with an open door but yet it won’t shut.
They cry and pry at my thoughts and broken dreams.

I try and escape when I wake up
But it never happened.





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