Midnight Strolling
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Would you like to grab my hand?
I swear I won't let you go.
Let me bring you walk into the world of the everything.
Where you can listen the feelings speak its words.
Let me take you to a place of the anything.
Where you can feel the thoughts scream its pain.
Let me get you out of your darkness of the endless hole.
Where you can thank me for doing so.
Darling, don't be afraid.
It's the world where everything seems to be fair when it's not.
When the actions and words can't be seen nor heard.
Let the words, bring it on for you.
Come dear, sit here.
Lay your head on my lap and let me take you into deepest sleep.
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