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Daymare
Daymare
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Blood dripping from the ceiling into my mouth, taste the iron.
Head’s thumping, massive headache from the car’s siren.
Cops at the door barging in
Screaming while asking where I’ve been.
Demanding to answer questions disregarding what state I’m in.
No recollection of past events.
Can someone help me instead of making these immoral demands?
After hours of disturbance, trying to grasp the situation while I choke, no one seems to understand me. Sleep paralysis is no joke.
