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Artfight: Ncishi

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Dream i saw

So basically I was at my hometown walking casually. A chill sunny summer evening. Walking along a very specific spot/track and suddenly i get the spike of adrenaline that something’s wrong. I get a call or call someone and start yelling at them. Then I hear the planes. I yell at my friend? Idk if i even knew the person with me. But we started running as i’m on the phone screaming at them soemthing along the lines of “We’re not out of here yet you fuckers!” “Wait!” And then we cross the road only to hear a whistling sound behind us and a loud bang. I don’t even look behind cuz i know what it was.

Then another one. Another. We are able to run past the three bombs but fourth one gets us as we’re running and my friend gets out of breath. I turn to face them only to hear the whistle and see the bomb fall next to her. I woke up in cold sweat. I remember hearing the explosion as I woke up.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such vivid dream/nightmare.

Hehhee can’t go to school cuz i’m afraid of something that doesn’t exist. Why does leaving my safe space need to be so difficult :/

I just wanna get better but it’s so hard dammit

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How I see the kindness of the world, in

You

Us

And

Them.

And i pick up the broken shards of trust we shared

And i glue them together desperately trying to gain back what we had

And i couldn’t forgive you

And the mirror shattered

Before you i was shattered but you

Picked me up

Piece by

Piece

Glued me together

Now i’m standing on the shards of us

Crying

Wailing

Waiting

For you to reply with one of yours

Just to know you miss me

Just as much as i miss you

And maybe then the glue will stick

And then i wouldn’t be alone

Here

With others who’s faces are empty

Though it is not theirs it is my eyes

Refusing

The trust

The connection

So i guess i’m at fault for shattering the mirror

But what more is there to life than

To build

And to break