Wow, paranoia? Boy would I!
aka I should not have written this.
~ Kari
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Because of my nightmares, I know what you look like when you're dying.
Because of my nightmares, I know what you look like when you're bleeding out from a gaping wound in your chest.
Because of my nightmares, I know what you look like after being hit by a truck.
Because of my nightmares, I know what you look like hanging from the ceiling fan.
Because of my nightmares, I know what you look like with your arms mutilated.
Because of my nightmares, I know what you look like with extreme fear in your eyes.
Because of my nightmares, I know what you look like when you're dead.
And because of my nightmares, I'm a million times more afraid that one day I might see these things for real.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
