Nightmares
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Every night they occur, every night I lose so much sleep, the stress and fatigue doesn't help the things my mind shows me every night, sometimes I dream the pain of a Panic attack I once had, I dream of being alone in a dark room, but some nights, I dream about James hurting me the way I was once hurt by someone I used to love
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