BRING BACK MY SUN
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It's cold out and my coffee has gone cold. The weighted blankets don't do much for me anymore.
The turntable is screeching and
its all white outside
My chest is hollow and my space is
much too large for just me
Where is my sun, where did she go?
The dark is here ,he'll swallow me
whole
His rage magnifies at this time
And it's inescapable even to the
strongest
When she screams they don't go
beyond these four walls
Her throat is raspy and its dusk
everywhere
Bring me my sun, I have to live
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