I have the same nightmare for nights.
The same dream that I'd wish to escape.
No matter how I begged or tried.
It pierced to my mind.
Everytime I feel safe for not having any of it.
It came.
Mocking me.
Taunting me.
Telling me. That I couldn't escape.
Never.
A mistake from the past that would be marred on my mind.
Left a scar that I could never erase.
Left a memory I could never forget.
Kind Lord.
I am tired for having the same nightmare.
Even in my dream, I'd struggle to escape.
To be set free.
From the chains that hold me back in my place.
For days.
Months.
Years.
Good Lord.
I've paid my mistakes enough.
A freedom from my nightmare.
Would be greatly appreciated.
Generous Lord.
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