Bruised by a Nightmare
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Do you sometimes wonder what would it be like if you could experience your nightmares the way we experienced our first kiss, the way we feel the blood running through our vains? Have you ever felt like you've errased the line between your mind and the reality? You might've felt it, who knows, but does it matter when you wake up? No?
Well,
it sure mattered to me.
As the number of my dream marks kept increasing, I kept losing my mind over and over again.
My name is Candice and this is my story.
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