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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #1717318
Finding it hard to escape from your pasts mistakes when they haunt your dreams.
My eyes grow heavier. Heavy to the point where I can't even blink without sleep whisking me away the moment my eyes close. I fight. I use all my strength to keep them open, my head rocks back and forth, weightless. And finally I lose the battle. My eyes shut their gate and my world becomes dark. My mind begins to drift and pictures begin to flash through my head. Pictures of horror and regrets. Pictures of mistakes and sadness. Pictures of my past. Instead of dreams of lightning bugs and far away lands with a prince there for the rescue, I have nightmares of my reality. My past. I live through the present with a smile used as a mask to hide what my dreams unveil and when the sun sets and the moon shines through the blackness of the sky, I lay down to sleep only to discover I can't escape. As much as I try to forget and go through my present days with a untarnished soul with a clean past, I can't because each night I am forced to remember once again. My dreams are weary, my thoughts are beyond me. Regret. Forget.
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