The sun is brighter than usual when you're around.
It's like your laugh makes it smile.
The sound always makes me glow a little,
Wakes me up in the middle of the night with a joy that breaks my heart.
My dreams aren't the best artists, they never quite capture the magic of it.
Someday you'll laugh for me again, but until then I'll wake up sad.
It's so much better than forgetting your laugh altogether.
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Once in a while I battle dragons.
Sometimes they take me down, but that's only when I don't have you to fight for.
I conquer mountains of enemies in the night for all of you.
Suspenseful dreams are only nightmares when I can't rescue my little world.
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Songs try to write themselves at night.
I don't know why, but I love the sad ones best.
Maybe it's because they're familiar?
More likely it's that they've survived not being okay.
The loop of familiarity and denial is a deadly constant, but a constant it is.
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Thoughts like to think that they're slimmer than they really are.
The maximum occupancy of my mind is always pushed to the brink when I lay my head down.
For me, rest has always been a shy little creature.
I think it's afraid to join in, to create a place within my mind to make an impression.
I look forward to the day it calls ahead for reservations.
Until then I hope my thoughts try a diet.
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