Hate nightmares.
Hate them so much.
It's bad enough I keep hearing that scratching.
But I've had dreams like the skinless dream twice now. The setting's usually different, and Gatsby says something different in the end of every one, but I still lose all my skin by the end of it.
I should talk to my therapist about it, but I hate bringing up my brother to him. It's a long, awkward conversation and I really don't ever want to have it again.
Wait. There's that scratching.
There's something at my wind
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