Something hurts.
Strange dreams that tire and puzzle me when I wake,
days filled with a dull ache.
Moments of pure peace and bliss
but every other second is all about just getting to the next, alive.
Strange dreams that tire and puzzle me when I wake,
days filled with a dull ache.
Moments of pure peace and bliss
but every other second is all about just getting to the next, alive.

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