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.  
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