Night Mode
Here I am trying to decipher, Does your dwelling in my head turn me into a dawdler? For this nocturnal glee that the stars dazzle over me; When daybreak steps in, it becomes foggy. Can't dragoon my cardiac instinct to my neural truth, An infinite battle between maturity and youth; A tireless shift of scenes from the fantasy I mold To the prickling reality, I try to shove.
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