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JustToLiveItOutAgain
The abstract seemed so normal, the scenes of the subconscious eat at me, those of which that need reconciling. My sister rose from the dead in a dream on a night without much sleep, just to live out the lack of oxygen that the first time around I hadn't seen. If it was like what this vision put in front of me, stay down, rest in peace. Chest constricted, face red, tears from the terror of fighting for a breathe.... this was her death. Twice now, both in her home. What was the message? Im not sure I get it, but perhaps in time - This memory is going to outlast brain disease. It staying with me, burned into my mind. As lucid as a dream can be.
© Alien.S
© Alien.S
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