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Jul 2015
I can't sleep,
But you sure can,
Already told me that:
It helps to know I'm breaking.

Feel so right,
But you know I'm wrong.
Each day reminding me,
I was unwanted all along.

Calm demeanour,
Boiling underneath.
Holding back my emotions,
Through my clenched teeth.

You want to know me?
You want feelings?
You want to be let in?
How about you hear my screaming!?

You want honesty?
You're dreaming.
You know the real me.
*And he's not worth believing.
Sometimes it's not worth seeking the truth.
Lost
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Lost  Hell, Norway
(Hell, Norway)   
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