One day it's marked in your head,
others, it's in the air.
Like vapor, it lingers,
possibly poisonous.
It's up to you to let it
set inside you,
to take control,
almost killing you,
You breathe... awakening...
Then you realize, that haunted memory,
was your worst dream.
It fades.
Vanished once again.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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