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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.