this one comes and this one goes

It's way too late, I'm still up, I'm going back to Stockholm "today" and heeere comes the headache.

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I sometimes feel the need to split in two.
One for everyone else,
and one for me.

What am I even? If not lost.

I stopped seeing your dreams.
If you won't listen to me I will.
I see them.
I feel them.

You will not walk alone.
I'm here.
Same as always.
More truthful more secure.

One step,
each day,
slow but steady.

Right here.

Incoherent babble always help.

Goodnight world.