Don't cry,
There's always a way
Here in November in this house of leaves
We'll pray
Please, I know it's hard to believe
To see a perfect forest
Through so many splintered treesStill can't sleep. I stare at my ceiling, hoping that tonight, my eyes will slide shut, and Morpheus will wander around and knock me the frell out. But that black bastard
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