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Feb 23
The days are the worse
Because I am awake
I only own the curse
Where I find you in my sleep

There all is unchanged
All is flawless
I am not deranged
It’s my solace

I find comfort in your smile
It warms the coldness within
Even if it’s all a lie
That cheeky ******* grin

The days are the worse
Because I am awake
I only own the curse
Where I find you in my sleep

The dreams are never ending
On repeat, it’s a torture
My mind pretending
It gets colder…

It’s morning...my body awakens
My mind, lost in there
My heart, it yearns
For it still does care.

The days are the worse
Because I am awake
I only own the curse
Where I find you in my sleep

Oh Lord end this curse at last
Let me slumber peacefully
Let me not live in the past
And replay it constantly

To search fears and desires
Many long for a dream so deep
I just want to **** these fires
For I wish to dream a dreamless sleep
Written by
EmmaJoiner  20/F
(20/F)   
17
   Whit Howland
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