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Startled awake and unable to move, in my bed Im paralyzed Its happening again but I cant wake up, again my fears realized
I'm sleepy. For all the sleep I Didn't get last night... And the night before that, And the night before that. Your sleeping is my surviving. Your snores are my screams.
As she lays in the dark,the monsters she hides deep in her heart shift restlessly. They wait till she is sleeping and they seep into her dreams.But the monsters she hides aren’t the kind most would expect of a young girl. Her monsters aren’t from