a dream turned nightmare
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I died to sleep Perchance to dream To escape this old world With its horrors yet untold. But, alas, I stirred For a frightful air Disturbed my slumber Causing me great despair.
Pale skin. Long, straight hair. Green eyes. Slimmer nose. Thinner lips. Everyday I wake up and these features haunt me because I thought they would make me happy.