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I can’t sleep at night,
and until then I don’t put up a fight.
When the lights diminish,
it feels like my time has finished.
Music to silence to weed,
I’m just trying to be freed.
Getting lost by the hour,
I lay in bed as my thoughts begin to tower.
Why are the nights hard,
always feeling like I play my last card.
As morning light brings open eyes,
another days starts I soon despise.
Alone is nothing but an understatement,
and falling tears are nothing but the truth.
Which direction am I supposed to go?
Nothing interests me to grow.
Home is heavy on my heart,
yet home is no where to be apart.
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