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Jun 2016
Suddenly I am too fond of sleeping.
Waking up become the nightmares.
Sleeping heals my wounded mind.
Like a coward in my nightmares
I refuse to fight and wake up.
And when nothing feels like the safest,
my only hope is a sweet dream to come.
thepsychkid
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thepsychkid  24/Philippines
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     Lior Gavra, cgembry and Wyatt
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