She wakes up in a cold sweat,
From a reaccuring nightmare,
Shaken from her dream,
Out the window she stares,
At the dark oblivion,
Thougths running through her ehad,
Circuling and engulfing her,
Until she can't see straight ahead,
So she lays back down,
And closes her eyes,
Tries to get some sleep,
But much to her surprise,
The sleep doesn't come,
And only she knows why,
that reaccuring nightmare,
Is her so-called life.
 
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