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Jun 2019
At night when I lay on bed
I find myself praying to God
to help me help myself

At night, before I close my eyes
I played music, it filled my ears
it blocked out all the dark thoughts

At night, when it was cold
and I had no one to hold
I cried myself to sleep

As well as the night after that
and the night after that
and the night afterΒ Β that;
it never stops;
yv
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yv  19/F/in search of a dream
(19/F/in search of a dream)   
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     ---, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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