Sometimes the nightmares don't end. So you learn them by heart and lose yourself in its darkness. You sit right through it, eyes wide open. You touch every scar and stare at every broken dream. You don't take a detour when you see his face, you walk right past him; shoulders squared and head high. Everything is familiar. The scars. The dreams. The pain. Everything less scary each passing moment. Sometimes the nightmares don't end, to make you learn to live through it.
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