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My nights

To The Watcher(s)

Every night I lay my heard to get my rest
My comfy bed and my room a mess
The lights on the shadows creep
I turn it off to get some sleep
Then figure appear and noises annoy me
Figure vivid and clear noises destroy me
What ever this is could you stop
I’m aware you’re here and my brains a spinning top
It may be all in my head
Doesn’t stop the tears that shed
I don’t get sad I just get hurt
This paranoia it only gets worse

(2014)

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