The Many Departed
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lean on me: I awoke, only to find my lungs empty Through the night, so it seems...

certifiedcynic:

I awoke, only to find my lungs empty
Through the night, so it seems I’m not breathing
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be
And I’m breaking down
I think I’m breaking down

And I’m afraid to sleep because of what haunts me
Such as living with the uncertainties
That I’ll…

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