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When I'm laying alone in bed, All sorts of things come into my head, Like why do I love you as much as I do, Then I realise coz you are you.
Sat in the corner of a darkened room, starring into the abyss Feeling my eyes picking away at the dark, trying to find a familiar place, face The more I search the less I see The further I fall...
The more I try the harder it becomes. I want to live again. But I'm scared to let go. Whether letting go means forgetting or accepting. Either option more scarier than I care to begin.