The Crushing

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Sometimes, it's hard to go to sleep.

All i can think about is you.

And yet, you're not mine.

And if i did fall asleep,

It is you that i see in my sweet dream,

It is you that i see in my nightmare,

This time, i ponder and i wonder.

What are you in my head?

Yet i decided to approach.

And there  you ate me alive.

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