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Sep 2015
I'm tired from yesterday;
that's all I'll say,
this tired reality is more than I can take.
But you and I?
We could try a lie;
and pretend to die,
the deepest false sleep.
Spend eternity counting sheep;
Somewhere on the beach.
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