Nightmare

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What if,

when i rip the blade across my throat,

jump of that bridge,

building,

of off the cliff,

and my heart finally stops,

and my body drops

I wake up,

it was a dream,

a nightmare,

An unwanted scene,

And i am,

all i ever wanted to be.

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