I used to dream of my death
Dreams filled with screams and weeping
And others with laughter and joy
The dreams always left me satisfied
Making me feel warmth in my chest
Or fire in my gut
Because the one in pain does not matter
I thrive in others' cries
And I feel resolved when I'm in tears
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Author:
Mr. Not (
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