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Sick / All the time

Sick of the emptiness, Of the millions of burnt out stars That we don’t even know Lost their light Hundreds or thousands of years ago. Sick of the darkness That we don’t even know Envelopes us, Even now. Sick of the dead gazes From eyes that have lost so much That we don’t even know, As we peer into the mirror, Are our own. So tuck me into bed tonight, And let me sleep forever, Because I don’t wanna live in a world Where everything doesn’t sparkle All the time. And love never stops Filling you to the brim Till your face hurts From smiling All the time. And life is just One enormous embrace That never feels like You’re suffocating; Just warmth All the time.
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Sep 4, 2010
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