I See You In My Nightmares....
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Last published Sun, Apr 28, 2019
I keep getting nightmares since the incident , i am not sure if what i see is real or just illusions anymore....
Day by day i start to believe that he is really my son ....
I dont understand how those accidents keep happening and people are dying in weird ways .....
No matter what i will protect my family till the end....
Have your wondered why sometimes our dream so real ?
or get disappointed when we wake up and find its only a dream? or get relieved its only a nightmare?
Have you ever thought whats the big difference between your dreams and nightmares ? and if ever wanted to continue that dream or even that nightmares ?
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