Losing Myself

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I don't remember how many times I cried that night.

But I tried recalling it, once my eyes had dried.

Now that I look back to it,

I had no idea why the tears poured out.

All I know is,

When the darkness settles in,

I am replaced by someone I don't know.

Perhaps the one am losing myself to.

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