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My Mind Is A Prison
I cannot stop
Waking up in cold sweats
Remnants of my terrors
Fading so quickly
I can hardly grasp what they were
Waking up in cold sweats
Remnants of my terrors
Fading so quickly
I can hardly grasp what they were
Published 12th May 2024
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12th May 2024 5:09pm
Fading is good. Forward girl! Ever forward! You're doing great. Proud of you!
12th May 2024 11:25pm
