So I get this same dream every night. A dream so disturbed and horrific, it’s impossible to imagine.
No one is in the same situation. Nighttime tugging on pillows, and morning uncomfortable springs.
If anyone was to enter my mind at this state, they would run a million miles. So why do I find these thoughts so appealing? My dream features you, I wake up damp and depressed. If you knew, you would be so overly confused, you would want to chuck up and cry for hours.
So I am so sorry, and I promise you will never find out. I’m disgusted in myself. I love it, I love the dreams, I love the thoughts that run though my head when you walk in the room, I love all of it.
So don’t enter my head, enter my heart because that’s still sane.
I get chills up my spine in swimming’s and terrible issues in dirty bathing water.
I want to cry, get it out of my system. Make a move. But I’m crazy and sick. To the home for me.
More than you ever needed to.
I’ve been to the dark in my soul and still found light, managed to find you buried in a deep grave planted by fake loved ones who believe you belong there.
You will get a tomb and bouquet of roses, because I care.
I still get the same thoughts, the same dreams.
My sibling.
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