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Aug 2017
I wake up late

as late as possible

and Im tired of forcing myself to sleep

exhausted

but what is worse

is gray days

full of nothing

so I sleep

live my dreams

and who knows

which is which

dreams are my creation

a world that belongs to me

but isnt my life?
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