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Survivor


Some nights I dream of nothing more
Than the blackened sky
Sometimes I can fall asleep
Without the need to cry

Sometimes, the hours will pass me by
As if I'm in a haze
Some nights I think of nothing else
Than the empty days

Some days, I wake again too soon
To let the memory die
Somehow I will live through this
Somehow I'll survive

14.02.01


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