Sometimes before I sleep, I will dream about it. The loudness of the song, the feelings inside my heart and the looks on their faces. God, I'd rather took a knife in my back than having to remember it. And it's so vivid that I can always remember it. It is not a dream, it's a reality. A memory that I have lived. A memory that won't leave me alone.
They said that they had a nightmares and that's bad enough. But imagine getting a same bad dream, which you knew that it was some sort of memory. One that you wanted to throw away as far as you can but you can't. You're stuck with it.
It has been about two years but it still haunt me in my sleep. I just hope it will stop chasing me. It is in my head but I still can't help running away from it even though I knew that it will not go away.
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The Colour Of My Heart
Random[HIGHEST RANKING: #1 AWAKE] The story is just a bunch of words that I thought at night when I can't sleep so it might get boring ⚠ ; Have you ever laid awake and thought about everything that happened to you and wished that it could be changed someh...
