I don't remember my dreams.
There is only one I recall, from when I was about 8 years old.
I fell down a storm water drain and I couldn't get out.
No one heard my cries for help.
I walked over so many of those drains today and all I could hear was the gushing of a pool of tears. And I imagined what it would be like to drown in my own desperation.
I
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