When a thin mist touches my  face
I can feel the cold on my skull
As if killing the stress in my chest
I comfort myself saying,Â
Dreams, are merely nightmares
Nothing to worry about
If I'm helpless
I 'll lean again on the same spot
Complaining, but no one cares
Accepting the pain, but it's totally unbearable
Whenever everything is silent
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