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These dreams- They're killing me They can't be real I just want free In each of these- To me, he dies But they can't be true They're filled with lies But to just sit here- While they destroy my life On the brink of insanity, I know To live is to die
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Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
These Dreams
These dreams- They're killing me They can't be real I just want free In each of these- To me, he dies But they can't be true They're filled with lies But to just sit here- While they destroy my life On the brink of insanity, I know To live is to die
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Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
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