《when the night comes | poems》~30~

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Your skin doesn’t fit, it doesn’t feel like yours

You hate the attempts at breathing you force

What is this feeling I would never approve

A weight on my chest that I can´t remove

Now open your eyes and look around

The things that you´ll see will all make a sound

You know that those things can´t physically hurt you

But your fear of sleeping still instantly grew

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