The Cause of My Insomnia

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Cut me open,
And you just might find,
Your vanity,
And maybe mine

Shut me up,
And you’ll cease to explore,
The emptiness of us,
With so much more

Tell me you don’t love me,
And what would I do?
Live in this insanity?
Or die without a clue,

Of what could we have been?
(Yet what could I become?
If I stopped toying with myself,)
Now, should I wait, or should I run?!

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