Nightmares
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Fri, Jun 3, 2016
Nine...since I was nine...Nightmares consumed me. I had my mother. She used to sing to me. She used to make me believe that everything is OK...
Nine...nine years have passed. Nine years. Now she's gone. Now she can't protect me. Now. I'm alone. I can't seem to control them anymore....they don't believe me. They don't know. They don't know MY nightmares.
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