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Hiraeth


I got a messed up brain, messed up thoughts,

people say I'm fine, but I guess not.

My vision gradually gets darker,

and my heart feels like it just got shot.

I can feel my skin fall apart,

as my conscious grows even thinner.

And I lay there with an aching heart,

terrified of the thing I've become.

Always seeming to be so upset.

I don't know if I'm alive or dead,

but I don't want to fall asleep yet.

 

 

 

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daisys
<p>This reminds me of waking up from a nightmare. Great job capturing the fear and anxiety.</p>

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