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The Nightmare

My nightmare is on the inside
Torturing me, silently killing
Any hope I've had
Of a regular life.

My nightmare is invisible
To those who do not care
To look closer than the obvious.
Who will care to look?

My nightmare is named Past
For that is what haunts me.
My past looming in the background
Waiting to drag me back.




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