Freed
Grasping for air that my lungs need to inhale, I stop breathing.
I think I want to die.
Then I awake out of my cold miserable dream, to be accompanied by the real world, even worse.
I just want to stay in bed a little bit longer to get to the part where I die in peace.
In my dream, I am feeling sharp pains in my chest, I have severe head aches, slowly closing my eyes, and dying and dying, and finally dead.
I awake from my dream to find myself crumpled up on my bedroom floor, spitting up blood.
My eyesight started to get fuzzy.
Then I fall back into my deadly dream again, never to wake up.
Finally freed from this unmistakably horrible world.
I think I want to die.
Then I awake out of my cold miserable dream, to be accompanied by the real world, even worse.
I just want to stay in bed a little bit longer to get to the part where I die in peace.
In my dream, I am feeling sharp pains in my chest, I have severe head aches, slowly closing my eyes, and dying and dying, and finally dead.
I awake from my dream to find myself crumpled up on my bedroom floor, spitting up blood.
My eyesight started to get fuzzy.
Then I fall back into my deadly dream again, never to wake up.
Finally freed from this unmistakably horrible world.
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