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Sep 2018
My only relief is sleep.
Where I'm free.
Not hurting or crying.
Living with out fear.
Until morning comes taken it away.
Sleep feels like it is the only time where we are really free
Written by
stephanie burrows  F
(F)   
87
   --- and Hisham Alshaikh
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