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It's funny. How your bed can be your best friend or your worst enemy How it contains your worst nightmares and most splendid dreams And how awful it is. That people don't know how you feel when you wake up and you still think the demons are real Morning after morning I'm in fear when I wake Trying to calm down fearing what it will take and when I look back on what i did while I slept I shake. Because I cannot trust myself While I am asleep.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
sleepwalking
It's funny. How your bed can be your best friend or your worst enemy How it contains your worst nightmares and most splendid dreams And how awful it is. That people don't know how you feel when you wake up and you still think the demons are real Morning after morning I'm in fear when I wake Trying to calm down fearing what it will take and when I look back on what i did while I slept I shake. Because I cannot trust myself While I am asleep.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
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