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Do you ever think you'll sleep
And never wake up at all?

Do you ever feel that you'll wake up screaming
Howling at four woven white walls

everything you lived was merely dreaming?

Or you'll wake up in another world
worse than this pleasant mundane misery--
something more sinister and hideous?

Are you so sure of the way the world is?
Have you never felt something amiss?

Or is wondering itself insidious?