She is what nightmares are made of.

She was the things my nightmares were made of.
Was it that I could not forget her because I keep replaying thoughts of her in my head or my subconscious was holding on to her face.

She was not the one who hurt me, but she was what lived in my nightmares.
I have to let her go somehow, not that easy when her face is still around, so I write and hope that she will go away.

It’s time I stop entertaining my demon and chase her away because she is what my nightmares are made of.

So it’s time I cut all ties with her and move on because she is what my nightmares are made of and she is not the one who hurt me.

If I don’t let her go she will ruin everything again, and she will be more than just what my nightmares are made of.

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