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Remind me someday to tell you about the violinist who taught me about the secrets we hide in our songs and harmonies, about the sharks who taught me to swim, and about the things we dream to say.
I don't sleep anymore, but just toss and turn in my bed. Trying to find a way to lie that will help everything fade away. Nothing works. Except for sad songs that I wish I didn't have to listen to as I fall asleep.
I don't sleep anymore, but just toss and turn in my bed. Trying to find a way to lie that will help everything fade away. Nothing works. Except for sad songs that I wish I didn't have to listen to as I fall asleep.