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dismissed

i dismiss thoughts as though they were not real,

my imagination more than your average spinner’s wheel.

i sleep through days, and scream through nights.

as the night terrors take my dream’s fill.

further encompassing me.

my dreams being voided and buried deep into the confines of my cerebellum.

the more i fade, my body aches.

hands shaking, breath faint, blood boiling, bones feeling far past broken…





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