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Feb 2014
Sleep

It's a drug
Even the most sensible teen
Can get addicted to

That moment of sweet silence
When you close your eyes
And all the waking nightmares
The anxiety
The stress
The problems
They're all gone

Feelings you didn't have the strength to face
Are now gone
But you abuse it so much
It becomes an escape
So now you're tired all the time
Not from lack of sleep
You're just so used to being numb
And blank
That you just can't face the world anymore
Kyler Coleman
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