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do you think you'll ever lay her to rest? allow her to sleep? she's stayed awake for months on end and every time she tried to close her eyes you shook her awake again telling just one more tale one more tall story one more lie that we must all simply listen to listen to this little ditty i'm sure you'll recall it once i'm done do you remember the time we...? no.. not really.. without sleep all she sees are hallucinations disjointed recollections of the tissue paper life that blows.. in the breeze did you know sleep deprivation is a form of torture? and you have kept her up long enough and she's tired of being worn like an overcoat as your splendid outer garment in all it's melancholy finery passersby remark on how well you wear her and you have the audacity to say 'Oh this old thing' she's wearing thin and eventually she'll disappear altogether she's becoming threadbare in places and no matter how tightly you wrap yourself up in her she won't keep you warm but that's only because you don't want her to get warm or let her go to sleep you just won't let her rest in peace will you
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
let her sleep
do you think you'll ever lay her to rest? allow her to sleep? she's stayed awake for months on end and every time she tried to close her eyes you shook her awake again telling just one more tale one more tall story one more lie that we must all simply listen to listen to this little ditty i'm sure you'll recall it once i'm done do you remember the time we...? no.. not really.. without sleep all she sees are hallucinations disjointed recollections of the tissue paper life that blows.. in the breeze did you know sleep deprivation is a form of torture? and you have kept her up long enough and she's tired of being worn like an overcoat as your splendid outer garment in all it's melancholy finery passersby remark on how well you wear her and you have the audacity to say 'Oh this old thing' she's wearing thin and eventually she'll disappear altogether she's becoming threadbare in places and no matter how tightly you wrap yourself up in her she won't keep you warm but that's only because you don't want her to get warm or let her go to sleep you just won't let her rest in peace will you
littlebear
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
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