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And unable to really commit to sleep...
I am tired...
and restless.
Not really sure who I am
or where I have been
Where I am going
or if this is the same old sin.
I long to feel the cold
pressed against my face...
the warmth upon my back
and so it is
so it was
so it will be.
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