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It’s the dream that keeps recurring with unexpected regularity,
a dream that draws the very same picture over and over again,
and each time it leaves me frightened as the end is always the same,
while the dread lingers in my soul for too long a time thereafter.
And the dream appears again, with the outcome still the same,
yet this time I let the scene play on and the dread has somehow gone.
In it’s place a strange sensation, is this freedom so unknown?
Seems the moments past the end, doesn't mean the end at all,
as there is still more out there, past the limit of our fear.