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I wait
Sleep so fleeting
Dreams too close to reality Cannot tell what is real What is insanity I am no prophetess But sometimes these dreams are eerily real Of things that have not happen But of things that could happen So haunting So confusing So real it pulls on my heart strings I wake feeling lost and alone In the world of dreams There are no answers So easily forthcoming So patiently I wait
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