Dreams

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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.