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May 2019
it's the light
it's the light
I can't hear anyone

2 am
where's everyone

3 am
I don't where to go

4 am
I should go to sleep

the cuts are healing
the pain remains

the lies are fading
the truth hides

8 am
where's my head

10 am
let me sleep it off

11 am
it's too late to start over

12 am
I'll pretend it's okay
eileen
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eileen
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     Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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