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sleep is for the broken

that have felt the devils pain

those who leave there heart open

and have nothing left to gain

mind completely drunken

soggy from all the tears

tell me why there hearts have sunken

with every single fear

smiling is for the foolish

the broken people say

at night when mortals sleep

demons come out to play

and while those demons play

and  you lay awake in your bed

think of what you wanted to say

but never really said.

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