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Feb 2018
I'm stressed out, exhausted, and yet there's no midnight salvation.
It's 3am and I'm lying here with heavy lids and a busy mind.
No twilight salvation... my thoughts devour my very existence.
Dawn till dusk I'll be lying here waiting for you to take over me.
Sleep.
Written by
Niks  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Lior Gavra
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