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Reality

Reality

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It's all scary inside grooming

Like a storm preparing to destroy,

I'm sleepless in realms I loathe. 


When those demonic hounds stop,

When a life degrades to noise,

Maybe I'll sleep forever

To see these feelings subside.


Tonight is not the night I leave,

Tonight is not the night I seek,

Deathra, you hurt more my heart. 



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