The night I dreamt of a nuclear-war:
It was hard to believe that humanity even got this far

Before me, I was fixated, on the bookshelf of all my past experiences
And the ones that I wished still to be written and read
Staring at unfinished works in a state of numbness and dread
While my ears rang, the buzzing sound of the fridge from the kitchen filling the silence

But my lips were dry, my eyes were fixated,
My face was bank, and any hope obliviated

Inside me, I was frozen, all dreams and hopes for my future destroyed —
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