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Replace the ladybugs with cockroaches.

They were everywhere, squirming under my body and between the sheets. I swear I had to spit one out.
My heart was in searing pain like it was on fire. Blood was drenching into my clothes.
I bit the skin off my lip so much that the scabs starting growing on their own and creating cuts around the corners of my mouth.
All but my top two teeth fell out and pooled blood into my throat.
I couldn't move. I couldn't leave. I wasn't alone, and I didn't mean the roaches.

I'm fine btw, it was just a dream.
Hopefully the trauma-induced night thrillers will stop and I can go back to having dreams about dating tiktok fuckboys or something.

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