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Mar 2014
If I never slept again the world would dream on with out me.

And upon their waking I will ask, "what have I missed?"

I will not understand.

And I will close my eyes forever, but never see beyond the black.

Then I will ask, "what have I missed?"

And I will not understand.
Written by
Jara Jones
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