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The Dreams Hurt (Sleepless sleeping, Lifeless living)

by finley-pietersen

delved so deep in to a dream I got lost along the way it seems woke up in a nightmare murmuring things I didn't mean and now the clock is ticking a pendulum of searing pain backwards, forwards and repeat at least for me the pain is sweet to be reminded of my shortcomings to rekindle the flame of life's deceit sleepless sleeping is a curse and lifeless living I feel is worse with every breath a problem unearthed spirit and flesh, love and hate I know not which will falter first forgive my potential for that's what hurts having something you forgot how to use my self worth my local church and any gift I had from birth back to my sleepless sleep I go in to a realm of the unknown where I break bottles with the lifeless living and learn the dead can not keep giving I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive I am alive
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Apr 5, 2017
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#broken#depression#alcohol#lost#soul#homeless#broke#searching#penniless#placelessness
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