When I’d shed a tear
It was you that wiped it away
When I was sad
It was you to tell me it’s okay
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Each demon laughing, each taking its turn
Breaking down my spirit
For which now it yearns
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Overcome, straining under the nights weight, talking to what's left inside
Those soulless shadows of tainted mysteries infecting my exalted evening
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As the hands of the clock kissed each other, the sound of midnight struck, a resonance causing dust to drift like snowflakes, across the moonlit room, landing ever so softly upon floor. The hours
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A split-second decision, my fate was decided then, as it all came together, it no sooner fell apart, with thoughts of dementia, masquerading was soon to start, gradually emerging
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