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When it's 3AM and your eyes don't shut.
To know who I am
And in moments where
I am a whirlwind crashing
down on mistakes,
where you are the air,
you held your breath to
slow me down
until I am no longer
my nightmare.
And I can feel your hand
once more;
A reality.
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