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Oct 2017
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I don’t feel the need to sleep,
Why does this mood cut so deep?
I try my hardest to forget,
All of my empty feelings and lonely regrets,

I can’t get over my darkest obsession,
That makes my brain my weakest possession;
Sleepwalker
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Sleepwalker  20/M/UK
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