These forbidden dreams, they’d still come at night, making me feel very uneasy, and awful about myself!
These forbidden dreams, I know I’m not supposed to mention or speak of them again, but, they’d, circled around my mind like those vultures, circling, overhead, in the skies, waiting for that injured animal to finally die.
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These forbidden dreams, what do I have them? I really don’t know, they’re, so far from reality, and, their contents, are, so totally, wayward. These forbidden dreams, they will, NEVER go away from me, will they? Nope!
These forbidden dreams, I can’t help, but wonder, if something HAD actually, happened to me, like my dreams told about, but, if those things I’d dreamed about actually had, happened, then, how come, I have, NO recollection of them, any single one of them, huh???
These forbidden dreams, they’re actually, memories, that are, suppressed for too long, because you couldn’t, cope with them, and, because they (the dreams???) needed to get let out (like dogs???), to run and roam for a bit, but, you’d just, kept, suppressing them, and, now, they’re, biting back!!!
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Life, the Obstacle Course 