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If I told you about my dream you probably wouldn't believe me

And if you did you might condemn me

For you see last night I did not dream a dream of peace

Rather I dreamt of death

My own

Normally it would be something to brush off as if nothing

But you see the dream I dreamed ended with me

Slain by my own hand

Dead by choice not by chance 

And that is the twisted scary reality of it

For some time ago you see I had 

Decided to fold the hand that was dealt to me

Before I knew it another hand was dealt 

I did not die at all that day

I pushed the thoughts away 

Locking them up for good I thought

Yet just a night ago 

After so much time passing

The images and thoughts came back 

But it was only a dream

And that is how it shall stay

Oddly enough though

While I was dreaming

Someone else was hurting

Wanting release

He created a series of scratches

Luckily not gashes

Across his wrist they went

Ironically matching how I dreamt of my demise 

Miles apart yet connected somehow

I envisioned my death 

While he scratched the surface