These nightmares that I run from
These nightmares that I dred
I seek to find out what is ment to be read
I look
I listen
I try to see what's just not ment to be
But in all I run from them
Paying them no attention
I hate this course
This path I walk
It's part of my life
And my death for the most part
I've seen things that are real
I've heard things that happen the very day I wake up
Just this course
Just this me
It's who i've always been
And soon hope not to be
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