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Little sleeping mind,
Consumed by madness,
Your soul loves you,
Awaits for your recovery.

She slept inside you,
Until your fractured spirit,
Awoke her instead of you.

Believing she was dead,
She wept for you,
A death in life,
Or so she thought.

Mended like a lost teddy,
Your strings kept ripping themselves apart.

Realizing you wouldn't save yourself,
Nor ask for pointless help,
She decided to mend you,
While your rested,
Your little sleeping mind.
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