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20. february
flashing lights
- - - - - -flashing lights on the window
i don't want to sleep
while the rain is falling on the ground
listening to it's puttering
while drowning in my owns tears
i don't want to sleep
feel like my life is driving away in front of me
while the lights flash on my window
the only source of light
in this sickening darkness of my life
but the strangeness is
that i like it
because i don't know anything else
while i'm stuck
hating the unknown
in the darkness of my room
with flashing lights on the window
but it's only a second
before the darkness is already back
and i welcome it
as it is like an old friend of mine- - - - - -
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