The terror of night
Memories fading toward the light
The past and the present are no longer there
If I live through the darkness, will you even care?
I keep telling myself, what now sounds like a lie,
It will hurt, but they’ll never see tears. Don’t cry!
I will try to get sleep. Only one thing is true:
That tonight I will dream that I still can love you.
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