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About to drift to sleep,

Thoughts of panic creep.

I'm tossing and turning

My mind is churning.



Through my mind, float

Images of you

With my hand

Around your throat.

I killed you.

Like I planned.



You lay paled when

suddenly one eye opens.

I awake with a scream;

It was all a dream.