Nightfall comes with subtle fantasy that grips and pulls and awakens me
from any form of peaceful slumber. Then I’m forced to be dragged under
into nightmares of warped reality; a mirror of what’s never to become of me.

Frankly, I’ve had enough of falling asleep and being tricked by my own mind.


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