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Dreaming

I see your face.
Lifeless and pale,
resting on a pillow of white silk.
I try to pretend you’re sleeping,
but the tears in my eyes betray me.
I wake up weeping,
sobs tearing at my throat
praying God would show mercy.
“I’m done!” I scream,
“What more do you want?”
“Can’t you see the pain you’ve caused?”
I don’t know who I’m talking to.
Am I yelling at God,
or at myself?

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