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I Wasn'T Ready

I had a dream of.myself standing in along dark hallway Not knowing rather I should move left, or right But it was so dark that in could not see either way I was trapped, surrounded, just standing there having these horrible thoughts Which seemed normal to me mentally fighting against the thought of who or what was holding me in this dark space just to it was me My inner me, is now my enemy I'm responsible for hurting myself I try to cry out bit no one hears me WHAT DO I DO WHERE DO I TURN FOR HELP I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE I'M REALIZING THIS IS NO LONGER A DREAM THIS WITCH KEEP RIDING MY BACK MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO SCREAM MOMMA AND DADDY TOLD ME THAT THERE WOULD BE DAYS LIKE THIS I WISH I WOULD HAVE LISTEN TO THEM BECAUSE ONE DAY THIS WILL EFFECT MY KIDS, AND MY WIFE. BECAUSE I WASN'T PREPARED FOR THIS THING CALLED LIFE

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