Some times the nights are too long the hours seem endless. Here i am waiting with out you waiting for you my imaganary friend. The darkness is deeper and the sandman is waiting. My nightmears call to me and drain out my head. I still lie alone. My thoughts crawl out onto the ditry carpet and curl up and die. I long for the sleep. I slowly crawl of
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