Brianna N R Wine (9-29-1995 / USA)
Kill me softly with your hate.
I have a nightmare that has come true,
But it is more favorable than reality.
Reality is pain,
Pain is reality.
Don't whisper pretty words
Don't utter flowery promises,
They will only be regretted later.
I want, no need, to be impaired by
It is the only real emotion that can't be faked.
When you hear me scream,
Don't try and cover your ears,
Because I, too, am your nightmare.
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