death in the family
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Twisting and Turning Restless Sleep Does anyone hear, when I weep? Cries are silenced by the night Night is silenced by the fright Fright is emboldened the memories turning
I didn't know what it meant to be me anymore. On the floor, there's a receptacle resembling me. But you being here, being with me, being the hope and the light, and you knew who I was.
The creases lining your face are prominent
The End Is Now