May 2015
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Today I woke up with my pillow on the floor.
Tomorrow it might be my dreams, fallen and shattered on the cold tiles.
Maybe things get worse when I stop looking,
Maybe things get worse when I'm asleep.
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Today I woke up with my pillow on the floor.
Tomorrow it might be my dreams, fallen and shattered on the cold tiles.
Maybe things get worse when I stop looking,
Maybe things get worse when I'm asleep.
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