Nightmare
The moment I thought you were dead.
I didn’t know if it was real or all in my head.
Maybe I was dreaming instead.
The pain felt real, the fear wasn’t still.
The hope of you waking up wasn’t there but I still didn’t care.
I couldn’t let go, The thought of you gone made my mind, body, and heart flare.
I was alone, I no longer had a soul.
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Rachel Jackson
I’m from Texas and I am dog lover.
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