The Darkest Nightmares

The Darkest Nightmares

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Why do people dream? Each night as we lay in our beds dreaming. Where do these visions come from? Why do we sometimes wake up crying, screaming, or smiling? Some people even die. So why? Are dreams premonitions? Is it a way for our brain to trash unwanted thoughts and memories? Is it our way of reacting to anxiety and stress? Is it a way to escape reality? It's an endless mystery really. A mystery I never should've unraveled. Questions I never should've asked. For some questions are better left unanswered. My name is Rebeccah Ramirez and this is the story of my darkest ...darkest... nightmares.
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Self love, Self finding, Mystery, Fantasy, Short Story I've tried, to be happy, to forget, but it's hard when there's nothing to be happy about and it's hard when it's impossible to forget. The pain stays, and I let it. Days become impossible. It's never ending. All I want is for it to stop. So I can be alone, again. It's a mystery how I can still laugh, How I can put on this act It's been a while And I forget how long I've been faking How can I become real again? How can I find me? In a dream, it's what I need, it's what I've wanted, so how do I make it, reality? How do I get out of this trap, that keeps me, From being happy.

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