I still cry myself to sleep. I still have vague dreams and scary nightmares. When I close my eyes, I still have visions I wish would be realized. Then I wake up. And all will it be are dreams and nightmare. It gives you that feeling that you want to go back to sleep and wake up at the same time. I've been living that way for a few months now. Maybe that's why psychology says people who sleep always are lonely people. Maybe they're dreaming. But today, I woke up. The nightmares are not as frequent anymore (I still have sleepless nights- that's a norm now). The dreams are lesser now. But the tears? Its still their. Its either I wake up with them or sleep with them. But there there. Always. Sometimes I wish there was a switch button for these orbs to stop pouring out. Then the pain, it never stops burning. Never stopped searing. I wish it would. But everything you see would trigger it. A word. A picture. A face. Like a wound spilled with alcohol, its starts to ...
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