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Oct 2018
The dark parts of me always come out at night, they haunt my sleep and make it impossible to soak up the rest I desperately need.
I don't even believe in ghosts.
And yet whenever I start to feel safe
These things, they sense it.
And they wrap themselves around me
So tight.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
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