its late but i wanted to write..i cant sleep
i remember when i didnt know what i'ld do without you...have'nt things changed
if we were diagnosed:
paranoya
opsessive compolsive
writing from unter my bed
lonelyness if sufficating
covering the sun on a rainy day
a desire to shine, no longer seeps through
the will to wake an unconcous mind
is not strong
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