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Ended up opening my eyes, Eyes burning from not being closed. Being exposed, or suppose, Them po-po's took my girl, A sleep, calling her a ho'. Mouth closed, better propose, Something to transpose, This hurricane, into a home. Lost without my nose. Tossing and turning on my bed, Holding my Head, **** I feel like I'm dead. hunger?... But the only thing, On this fridge, is Bread. Vision blurry, All I see is Red. Eyes on the Cealing, What happened to the, "MaMa said" ? I hate this feeling, insomnia. night prolongs, lifeline is a drama. mama, ain't here, seing every stain of my pajama oh No! The hour of coma.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
Sleepless Dreams
Ended up opening my eyes, Eyes burning from not being closed. Being exposed, or suppose, Them po-po's took my girl, A sleep, calling her a ho'. Mouth closed, better propose, Something to transpose, This hurricane, into a home. Lost without my nose. Tossing and turning on my bed, Holding my Head, **** I feel like I'm dead. hunger?... But the only thing, On this fridge, is Bread. Vision blurry, All I see is Red. Eyes on the Cealing, What happened to the, "MaMa said" ? I hate this feeling, insomnia. night prolongs, lifeline is a drama. mama, ain't here, seing every stain of my pajama oh No! The hour of coma.
#traumatized #insomnia #lonely #sad #Sleepless #dreams #me
#sad#lonely#insomnia#traumatized
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
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