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Waking up in a nightmare

December 20, 2013


I woke up in a nightmare.

There was a weight on my chest,

around my chest.

There is a lumb in my armpit

and I can’t feel my breast.


My left side is tight and hard.

I feel something plastic inside me,

I doesn’t move, it is stiff.

I have difficulties to breath,

It’s aching inside.


I’m sweating.

I have to get rid of this odious,

hideous clump inside me.

Have to tear it out of me.

– Where do I find a knife?

– Scissors?


I wake up.

It is dawning.


It was not a nightmare.


This is a nightmare.



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