I don't remember when I wrote this, but as I was searching for my mythology paper, I came across this poem written on a scrap of paper. Sometimes, I still feel this way.
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A dream rises before my eyes
Like an ocean wave over my head,
But the dream drowns when the waves crash
And I lay prostrate under the weight of the sea.
My eyes still open but clouded with death,
The dream was too much for me.
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