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You’d wake up before sunrise because you said you couldn’t sleep. Not that you liked watching outside nor the light creep, and you certainly were't interested in watching the earth bloom. There was nothing magnificent enough out there nor in the bedroom. You couldn't speak to me; said it was too early. "There's no place like home." "I've got to get out of here." You swore to yourself you'd be gone by the end of the year. So yes, it's my fault, I can't be what you need. I can't compare to the beauty of what your reality seeks. Then I guess i'm not meant for you; I'm not your friend your addiction nor as strong as your weed. The sky was inadequate without the stars; nothing compared to the way they gleam. But you’d say that I’m the one with no dreams.

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