scratch that I'm good
I fear nothing except,
the night
When you come and join me in
my bed
my dreams
my head
I don't want you there
I push and I shove
but I just can't rid myself of the memories
memories so happy
so pure
so naive
and so biased
~This time you were the ultimate liar
but still my dose of insanity~
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