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Mom called. She said something happened at your friends. She said, the result of whatever cataclysm took place there, left you asleep. You still haven't woken up. Not fully. You've moved your hand a couple of times, and your eyes but They say you're still fighting your way out of it. I know your mom died. You're probably dreaming dreams of being with her now, dancing in your living room On a warm summer night, without a care in the world. I need you to know that it's okay to be tired. I'm tired, too. My eyes all yearn to shut and stay shut till my soul can rest. Sleep as much as you'd like, And rest. But please, do wake up soon. I don't want you to become enchanted by the world you're staying in And end up becoming a permanent resident of the Dreamland destined for Lost souls.
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
Sleep of the Soul
Mom called. She said something happened at your friends. She said, the result of whatever cataclysm took place there, left you asleep. You still haven't woken up. Not fully. You've moved your hand a couple of times, and your eyes but They say you're still fighting your way out of it. I know your mom died. You're probably dreaming dreams of being with her now, dancing in your living room On a warm summer night, without a care in the world. I need you to know that it's okay to be tired. I'm tired, too. My eyes all yearn to shut and stay shut till my soul can rest. Sleep as much as you'd like, And rest. But please, do wake up soon. I don't want you to become enchanted by the world you're staying in And end up becoming a permanent resident of the Dreamland destined for Lost souls.
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
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