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As I'm lying in bed, Fevered, In wait, Burning silhouettes of heat With my smoldering skin I wonder how much Is psychosomatic And if I'm so convinced I'm Sick That fever appeared when I summoned it When really I just wanted So badly To set aside responsibility And sleep. How powerful am I? Powerful enough to **** myself With a Thought. Thankful for now that all I wish for Is sleep, And not death.
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
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As I'm lying in bed, Fevered, In wait, Burning silhouettes of heat With my smoldering skin I wonder how much Is psychosomatic And if I'm so convinced I'm Sick That fever appeared when I summoned it When really I just wanted So badly To set aside responsibility And sleep. How powerful am I? Powerful enough to **** myself With a Thought. Thankful for now that all I wish for Is sleep, And not death.
I am sick today, and I'm not sure if it's because I wanted to be sick so I can sleep or if it's genuine. Who cares.
douglass
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
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