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Black holes of insomnia

                            I am afraid I will die and go into the dark

                            holes holes holes

                            I am disintegrating

                            into holes

                            I need to patch myself up

                            my mind is in the black night house

                            my eyes are useless and blind

                            I see only darkness when I close my eyes

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