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I have these visions

Like daydreams, but darker

And watch my mind wander

Into realms of fear and uncertainty

It's epistemology, right?

Whatever hurts is true

So I see visions of these things

That I can barely stand to look at

And they hurt,

So they must be true

They are visions of violence and running

Visions of embarrassment and hurt

And they're so hard to question

It's so hard to look at them and say,

"Oh, no, this isn't true."

How could I possibly risk dismissing them

When they might be prophecies?

And it would mean the end, my end

If even one followed through

So I safeguard myself

With this fear from my head

I cannot stop believing them

I find solace in the dread