Today I had the most bizzare dream. A person I used to hold dear murdered me in some sort of mad trance. Sharp, broken glass stabbing me all over my body. Over and over again. I died but I never left. I was a wandering, sad ghost unable to leave. I could feel the sorrow after waking up but I could only realise why a few hours later.

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‘ Wake from your sleep The drying of your tears Today, we escape, we escape Pack and get dressed Before your father hears us Before all hell breaks loose Breathe, keep breathing Don't lose your nerve Breathe, keep breathing I can't do this alone Sing us a song A song to keep us warm There's such a chill, such a chill And you can laugh A spineless laugh We hope your rules and wisdom choke you Now we are one in everlasting peace We hope that you choke, that you choke We hope that you choke, that you choke We hope that you choke, that you choke’
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