Screeching, screaming
Nightmarish dreaming,
Sweating, writhing
Tangled in the sheets,
The seeds we sow
Is the life we reap,
Within my mind
The doubts they seep,
Along with my fears
That often creep,
Up on me at my low state
I find it too easy to self hate.
fauxcroft 
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