feeling the trees
of degression my
heart tells a confession
and plunged in the
doubts of my mind
i'm not fine
i'm dying
walking the world
as a vampire
with no other powers
as i appear as a sleepy girl
my brain recyling
fateless things
dreams come to me
my fears heighten
my hands fighting
the air
and everyone stares
no one dares
to help
so damn
insomniac
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