When I go to sleep at night,
I still hold on with all my might,
To the last bit of my sanity,
Being held to Earth by gravity,
Clinging to it with like a lifeline,
Despite the fear trickling down my spine,
Knowing in the morning,
I'll be 'fine',
Because I know I'll always be alright,
If I can only get through this night.
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Dreams
PoesíaSome poetry and thoughts I have, as well as a couple dreams probably Please vote and comment