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I'm scared
Sleeping peacefully oblivious of the world, dreaming of dreams that I will not remember once my mind revives into reality.
The notion that my heart may stop beating or than my lungs fail to provide oxygen to the blood in my veins.
The simple idea of not waking up along with the rising sun and dissapearing in a dead silence, ending my morality.
Still here.....now awake. My soul without it's mate? Now I'm scared.