I have stopped seeing dreams
They frightened me so much
I lose my sense when I wake up
They are stories about blood
About rapes and cruel people
About corruption and looting
I keep waking up many times
When dreams strike in darkness
Light gives me peace and love
I have stopped seeing dreams
My eyes are wide and swollen
There are butterflies in them
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