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Pools of black flood from a broken faucet and stain like ink on a loved shirt.

A thick fog forms across the path long traveled. Looking ahead I cannot see for these hazy nightmares leave me traumatized in cold sweat.

The hidden face of Paranoia grins wickedly nestling in my shadows while illusions from my dark dreams haunt my thoughts.

Twisted imagery of naked bodies courses the chills up my spine.

Head under water, silence.

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up.

*sniff* *sniff*

… MEOW! 

Life is too short to never tell someone the words, “I love you.”

For someone very special in my life.