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I am made of memories A collection of recollections bundled up inside a ball of anxiety and fear Someone who wants nothing more than to forget what's wrong with them So much so that the light that escapes cannot be caught
Turmoil in the brain  An audacious attempt to convey The imagined, left unrealized.   But to interpret the abstract,  To navigate the storm Involves a common talent.   One we all possess,
Wake me up.This nightmare kills me and no matter how loud I scream no one saves me.Wake me up.I'm in this sleep of death and as I walk among these shadows I can't even for a second catch my breath.Wake me up.
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