the nightmares.

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here i thought the nightmares only arose during the night,
where everything is dark,
and the people rest,
where no one can see,
yet those who listen shutter with fear,

truth is
the nightmares
they come when ever they please
with more and more wrath everytime
they battle with no mercy
on the poor lost hearts
like mine

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