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May 2015
I need some rest I need to sleep
but all I do is count the sheep
a hundred more I'm still awake
My eyes withdrawn my mouth agape
So when will I forget to breathe
The way you did inside of me
I want to dream and travel far
Away from everything you are    
'cause where I go you cannot come
you'll not survive where i am from
The world is made of what we feel
So stop pretending this is real
You never were, I never was
The lie we made is both of us
a broad classification of sleeping disorders that make it difficult to get to sleep, or to remain sleeping
Olga Valerevna
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Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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