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	I lay here, W    A       I        T           I             N               G for sleep to come And images, Images of your face flash through my mind. C o l d  and  L I F E L E S S you lay, At my f e e t. I can’t help. It’s MY fault. I should  have helped… I should  have been there. But you b l o c k e d me out. You R           A              N away. I MUST try harder, So my images don’t become R  E  A  L  I  T  Y.