a dream turned nightmare
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I died to sleep
Perchance to dream
To escape this old world
With its horrors yet untold.
But, alas, I stirred
For a frightful air
Disturbed my slumber
Causing me great despair.
Pale skin.
Long, straight hair.
Green eyes.
Slimmer nose.
Thinner lips.
Everyday I wake up and these features haunt me because I thought they would make me happy.
