Of midnight.
Is losing of mind.
I’ve never been so split.
I was lying on the bed.
And burning like a flame.
Just help me to get out.
Spate like river.
You will drown there.
That’s it.
Now we’re even.
You can sit.
I will not try it.
Of midnight.
Is losing of mind.
One of the best friend.
But I prefer the end.
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