Is it strange that I can tell
Which dreams are born
From my own thoughts,
And which don’t belong to me
At all.
Only alarms echoing from
Someone else inside my sleep.
I feel myself finally letting go,
Yet the ghosts of my past
Still visit me at night.
And somehow,
I know when a dream is no longer mine,
But someone else’s.
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