Oneirophobia ⇆ tomlinson
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Last published Sat, Apr 5, 2014
She was always afraid ; what if she fell asleep?
Simply, she had oneirophobia; the fear of dreaming.
She did all she could, striving to stay awake.
Until she crashes and ends up locked In the local psych ward.
She wants out; she's not insane, just afraid. Afraid her dreams will hurt her which they do- everytime.
Copyright © imaginashton
All rights reserved. 2014
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