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isnt insomnia crap?

she feels the weight of the world on her arms,
the chains of life on her eyes and work on her shoulders

yet tall she stands, and brave as the gethsmane's rocks
resolute she is

but she is eaten away that rest
drifting slowly away as the wind sings her up and up
further and further
gone and gone

into sleep she goes











good luck getting her up ;)

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