_laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, wishing you were a ghost_
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The night is never over in my tired eyes
They want to meet the light, a higher day
Maybe if this knife penetrates deep enough
All of this will finally lead into the sun
But still, it shakes with fear over eternally broken skin
While I am left to unfold these endless notes
In the dark that becomes dimmer into each night
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