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I reach For something to grab But let my hand S L I P And I fall Into an abyss. Light No more My aching soul Scratching at my body Screaming I wish For sleep One thousand years of sleep Forever waiting for sleep To calm my existence Existing can be so tiresome Do you agree?
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
You can sleep all you want, but nothing will ever serve as a permanent distraction from existing
I reach For something to grab But let my hand S L I P And I fall Into an abyss. Light No more My aching soul Scratching at my body Screaming I wish For sleep One thousand years of sleep Forever waiting for sleep To calm my existence Existing can be so tiresome Do you agree?
Tyler_The_Cactus
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15/Forever in the Unknown
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
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