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slept in 3

I had a series of dreams 
all nightmares really

old ones at that
all out of context
and all frightening.

I'd forgotten
to be scared though
and after years of running
I had a dream where I just stopped.

I opened the desperately barricaded door
and nothing happened.

There is nothing more frightening
than feeling you need to hide
away whatever it is that makes
you different.

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