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It haunts me everywhere.
It sticks to me like my shoes stomp on bubblegum, and I can hardly peel it off.
It follows me to the point where I cannot hide anymore.
Even when I am going to the Land of Nod; wandering around the mysterious, exciting world. It presents itself uninvited.
I am sleepless.
I am not allowed to rest, as I already worked hard to forget it in the daytime.
It will always come back; there is no escape.
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Oneirataxia
Historia Corta𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐚 (𝒏.) 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 ----------------------- This book is an anthology of short stories, monologues, poems, and poetries I have written...
