near death experience; car crash; ptsd

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Misty windows hide my empty eyes. As I lay there every feeling further merges them and me. I've been screaming won't you let me in? Every turning page suffocating you and me. For all the omens that deceive us.
The stars seem within my grasp On that roof of contemplation I miss her
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