"Only tears can wash away the stains of my sorrows, but even these old friends have abandoned me, and left me in the dark with nothing to see me through to the morning"
"I waited for sleep to take my hand, and walk me to the morning, but the image of your face kept my weary eyes from closing, my heavy head from resting, and my bleeding heart from beating slower"
"I heard your voice whisper to me in the night, and it made me wonder if somewhere your soul was crying out to me, as mine was to you. But the cold hands of a loneliness that you had left me with were pulling me back, back to reality, back to my unforgiving, and cold bed"
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