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at midnight I start writing this every night at 12 o'clock. It's when I get up because I can't sleep. Doctors can't cure me - it would mean killing both me and you. I can't go to any sanctuary - no saint can promise me death. So I wander and this night, like every other one, my mind is my only limit. I'ts a long journey to take so often (at least for a weak girl like me). What's bothering me is something I've never found scary - insecurity. That you're too alive to give promises and I - desperate enough to think you'd keep them. Your eyes are clever enough to twist, bend and break me, allat midnight
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They're invisible, when the trip it flips
They get physical, way below my lips
And everything you got hoi-poloi like
Now you're lost and you're lethal
And now's about atomic you gotta leave all
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