Wasting time

I wonder if I don’t sleep cuz I’m scared to dream. My dreams are nightmares. I can’t escape. My fears lie deep within. Am I scared to be happy. Scared to be something. Idk. I’ve always said I wasn’t scared to die. But when I thought I was? I gave in. Resigned to my fate. I was scared after. Yes. I’ll admit it. But during? I embraced it. Ready for it. Then I came to. And I could think about was you. So do I dare dream? Dream about… Dream to be…

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