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a wolf hiding in the skin of a sheep creeping in the dark making me unable to sleep they say if you count sheep you will fall asleep faster but I find as I count sheep I only become more lost in the pasture walking through wheat fields searching for a meaning insomnia slowly killing me brining me to a yield Im standing on the edge of life and death wishing that wolf in sheep skin would have taken my last breath saving me from the dark caves in my brain making me feel like living is worth the pain
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
Sheep
a wolf hiding in the skin of a sheep creeping in the dark making me unable to sleep they say if you count sheep you will fall asleep faster but I find as I count sheep I only become more lost in the pasture walking through wheat fields searching for a meaning insomnia slowly killing me brining me to a yield Im standing on the edge of life and death wishing that wolf in sheep skin would have taken my last breath saving me from the dark caves in my brain making me feel like living is worth the pain
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20/F/Alberta, Canada
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
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