I'm having bad dreams
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When I was small,
the night was full of light.
I didn't know what my dream was.
I only knew it was mine.
Every year,
a new mark on the doorframe.
And every year,
the dream grew taller than me.
Then something broke.
I'm having bad dreams
The pieces fell.
So did I.
Some nights
I couldn't find a single one.
Underneath it all,
something was still burning.
The mud was heavier
than the dream ever was.
Not today.
Again.
Scrolling won't get you out. Hold.
Don't let go.
Day one.
I got up.
Day two.
I got up again.
Nobody claps
for day four hundred and thirty-seven.
I picked up one piece at a time,
and never sold who I was to buy them back.
It's not the same dream.
It's stronger where it broke.
I'm having badbig dreams
This is the story of a kid who had dreams.
Something happened, and they broke.
He fell, again and again, and every time he came back stronger.
He still keeps going.
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