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Jun 2015
I remember I was dead..


The moment is finally here
My prayers have been answered,I've eternally dreamt
That here with peace I rest
and all is well.

My soul quietens from the rest it has been given since it's been ever oppressed.
Daily bricks are thrown my way.
Each day obstacles accumulate on my path.
A sigh is all that's spelled from me since these acts signify a clichΓ©.


But tonight here on my bed I rest.
Peace will be regained as I pray for my subconscious to ascend to a serene place. Here, I am temporary dead.


Goodnight.
I simply believe sleep is temporary death. It's a blessing more than seeing a new day.
YoungSymba
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YoungSymba  Durban
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