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Sleep Paralysis


I couldn't sleep last night.The room was much too quiet.I could hear my blood pumping

I couldn't sleep last night.The room was much too dark.  I couldn't see the door last night.

I couldn't sleep last night. My blanket was much too itchy. It felt like claws. softly grazing my body.

I couldn't sleep last night.  I was sure I forgot to lock the door.

I couldn't wake up last night. He was much too close.I could hear his breath against my neck.

I wouldn't wake up last night. He was much too kind. I remember his kind words.

I didn't wake up last night.  He was much too gentle. He said he would take care of me.

I couldn't sleep last night. My eyes were much too wet.

My cries were much too loud.



My struggles much too weak.

 
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