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burn
Every night its the same dream i cant see anything as if i was blind but this horid stinch fills my nostrals the smell of burning flesh it begins to reak of death so bad i cover my face and follow the disgusting stinch of death untill it sarounds me then i know its close i look around but yet i see nothing and then boom a loud explosion and then a bright light and then i wake up only to realize im not awake there is that familar stinch again, yes that stinch the stinch of death and burning flesh i begin to regain my sight only to realize that that stinch of death and burning flesh was comeing from me not physicaly but mentaly the nightmares are now being burned into my mind as if it was a perminent movie stuck on repeat it seems to never end as i curl up into a ball and cry myself back to sleep i whisper to myself just go away just go away but it doesn't it still lerks in the darkness deep in my subcontious then i realize i am here i am finaly here my own peice of hell in my brain it burns and smolders like a fire ready to go out but it seems that no matter the amount of water i dump on it before the water can reach the fire it turns to gas and it just burst into flames and burns even hotter
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