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Frightened
It begins in a dream
But it feels so life like
I am walking, along a path way
Do not recognize where I am at
But all seems to be familiar, but scary in some ways
I am alone, but hear voices all around.
I see trees, that are withering and branches that are falling off
I see grass that still has some small amount of life left in it.
But the path I am walking on, is full of life
The birds I see flying above me are full of life
But things all around me are dying?
Should I tell you these things?
If I do, will you think less of me?
If I tell you I am having them again what will you think?
This is the newest one I have had, the one that is so raw in my mind
The path leads to somewhere I know, but I can never find the end of it,
I always make a noise and you wake me up,
I feel safe when I hear your voice
The birds sing louder, and the grass turns greener
The trees come to life once again
I like that part of the dream, when I snuggle to you.
Why do I always dream of some sort of death?
Why can I not dream of happiness?
This frightens me beyond belief.
