I've heard myself repeating what I would say to you when this time came.
I see myself in the mirror, I think about it in English. What would I say to you?
Can't sleep, can't breathe.
Thinking straight seems so difficult right now, that I wish I could go to sleep and forget everything.
Ctrl+Z
Can we undo this?
My bed awaits. You are not there. You were never there.
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