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I’m so sick of having these dreams.

But these dreams are all I have left.

I dream so deep from within.

I can almost make the feelings real.

I just want acknowledgement.



Not acceptance.



Realization, love…..Call my name.



Dreams turn into these horrid nightmares.



So now, alone in this hotel room, lying in this empty bed…..

A single candle lit to illuminate these words.



These feelings run so fast.

Thoughts run too deep.

Feel this knife cut fast and deep.



I just don’t want to be alone anymore.