Drifting Away

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The clock strikes twelve,

my skin turns cold.

I curl into a ball,

with nothing but me to hold.

I take a deep breath,

and shut my eyes.

And they run free,

as my heart cries.

My breathing starts to slow,

and everything fades.

I drift into a world,

where all my dreams lay.

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