I had a strange dream but I can't tell if it was actually a dream. I guess it could be considered a nightmare. I was trapped. At first it was a dark room and I was alone. And then there was a dim light. There was one other person. They handed me a paintbrush. Then the person disappeared. I was alone again. Then someone said "Your only way out is death." The paintbrush moved on its own. It painted a gun and then the gun became real. The person grabbed it and shot me. All I could see was red. It was everywhere. Then I was surrounded by people. All crying. I was looking down at them somehow. Then I saw it. My body was in a coffin on the floor. The people were my family. Then a voice said "Thank goodness she's finally gone." That was the end of the dream. When I woke up I went to get ready for the day. I looked in the mirror. Man was that a bad idea. I saw nothing but nastiness. The demonic voice came back. It told me "You can never be beautiful because you only bring pain to others." The only thing I said to the voice was "Look who came back. Guess pushing me to the edge once wasn't enough."
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عشوائيEverything written is real. Names will be changed for privacy. These are thoughts and memories. The things I see. Perspective.
