I close my eyes
and await slumber
Falling deeper into unconsciousness
I start seeing people
made of words
That configure their personality
The words
Exaggerating their every move
with a few simple letters
Then I see her
the words she's made of
scare and awaken me
Like a shotgun suicide
the words blow my mind
Scared, weak, intimidated.
Then I realize the girl I saw in my dream
was the person I know best.
Myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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