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Dec 2012
5 in the morning, the room grows brighter
My heart is pounding, the room grows brighter
Dehydration, over-stimulation
Caffeine withdrawals make me feel hollow
I can’t sleep when I’m lightheaded, it's too easy
The room grows brighter
My eyelids grow heavy
My breathing grows heavier
My heart remains heaviest
Good dreams never come like this
Written by
Molly
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