In my dreams I’m dying
they keep coming after me
every morning I wake up crying
in my dreams they tell me they
Are going to kill me
because I’m a waste
they do not want to deal with me
I’m trying to build my strength
in my dreams you hear my
last few cries
in the dark you will see
where my body lies
I’m catching my last breathe
I can not finish the rest
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