Her.
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You are the dream, the one I always wanted,
When did you turn into the nightmare, while the days I counted.
Those sleepless nights, I destroyed all for you,
How to mend it back, I have no clue.
Life would be unbearable without her.
Nightmares would rain down, cascading over my dreams without her.
Breathing would be cold. Stale. Harsh. Without her.
