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i want to tell you everything
but instead i write it where you'll never see it,
embellished with flowing words,
and hope you get the idea.
I used to sleep late,
for my monsters won't let me.
I used to cry myself to sleep,
for my monsters let me.
I used to want to end this all,
for my monsters are dragging me down.

...and I found my Gabrielle in you,
the angel who is guiding me through this.

p.l.n.gr

— The End —