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Running,

faster and faster and faster.

But not going anywhere.

It’s getting closer,

closer, closer, and closer,

but I still can’t get further.

And suddenly,

I wake up,

screaming.

Sweat dripping on my face.

Shivering,

but I feel as though,

I’m on fire.

Another nightmare,

another blackened dream,

another reason,

I fear sleep,

yet being awake,

is almost as frightening,

as my blackened dreams.



~*~ Jill ~*~