I would lay in my bed and close my eyes, just to let the darkness consume me. I would think about all the "wrong" I've done and the actual wrong I've done. I would think about the sins that I've committed, all the dirty deeds.
It would just play back, repeat itself like a videotape that I can't control. I can't pause or stop it. I can't rewind or fast forward it. I can only let it play. I can't do anything to fix it because I'm not in control.
That would be all I can think about, other than someone "accidentally" shooting me.
Everything would play nonstop and would be just another nightmare. A nightmare that I can't wake up from.
A nightmare that'll haunt me til death.
The nightmare that's if I did wake up, it would still be a nightmare.
But it seems as though me waking up is a nightmare.
{8/23/18}
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