nightmares
don't run; don't scream.
since when is someone afraid to dream?
seeing her everywhere; becoming to recognizable.
momma, i don't want too.
loving her was a nightmare.
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I Don't Miss You: Volume One
Poetrya bunch of thoughts my heart has spilled for your eyes to read. *soon to be officially published*
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nightmares
don't run; don't scream.
since when is someone afraid to dream?
seeing her everywhere; becoming to recognizable.
momma, i don't want too.
loving her was a nightmare.