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sometimes i cry
in the middle of my pillow
thats where my tears reside
when they cant be kept inside
they sleep next to my screams
the ones i have in dreams that shake me awake
who would've known that my soul could've grown so much
beneath a pillow case
does it show in my face
intimate conversations with my pillow
would reveal the down lows
the sorrows
the thoughts of dead tomorrows
hollow wishes
and forgotten kisses
the ones that i remember
to forget
or something like that

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