A Yellow Gingham Dress

A Yellow Gingham Dress

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Mystery
Each morning I wake up from something obscure It could just be me - but no - I'm sure, It might be important for me to know, But why me, as humans go, I'm mediocre. Just mediocre. So why trust me, if it is important? Or maybe it's me making it something it's not. But a feeling I get when I'm awake- Well, it will never be forgot. However, as I said before, this something is quite obscure, And what makes it different from a dream I used to know, Is that when it ends I'm left with little than an array of yellow squares The squares which haunt my life. I think something wants my attention.
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I wake up, bleary and uncertain of where I am... only to be told multiple times by multiple creatures in my dreams, no, not dreams... my NIGHTMARES... that I am in hell. But that doesn't make sense. The last thing I remember is hitting my head. This is probably a coma nightmare. Yeah, that's all it is... ... right?

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