I once dreamt of a room.
I still have a deep, dark fear of it.
Most have nightmares of
ghosts
falling
death.
But the fear of the dream suffocated me.
Filled my lungs.
Screamed at me.
In that room was a mirror.
And in that mirror
was me.
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