Sometimes when I lie in bed and face the stars. When I feel the sun looking down at me from far past the moon I hope that I fall asleep instead of fall apart. I hope that nightmares don't follow me through the day and the monsters stay under my bed instead of my head. I pray the darkness stays in the night and the cold emptiness stays in the wind and doesn't make its way to my eyes and through my skin.

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