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I'm an athlete. I can throw and catch, and run in the sun- all shiny and bright. And you just sleep, sleep, sleep. Look at me, mama. I'm a writer. I do poetry and stories, all pretty and pink, and all you do is, sleep, sleep, sleep. Look at me, mama. I can dance. I'm lonely, I'll move to France, meet a woman, and get married. Look at the ants crawl through the spilled red juice on the grass, nature everywhere, as you sleep, sleep, sleep.  Look mama, Look at me, mama! I have children now, all good and wise, you're a grandma. Why don't you wake up? Please look at me, mama. Open your eyes. I'm lonely and afraid. I'm old now, and cold, and you still, just sleep, sleep, sleep...
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Nov 8, 2021
Nov 8, 2021 at 8:11 AM UTC
Look at me, Mama
I'm an athlete. I can throw and catch, and run in the sun- all shiny and bright. And you just sleep, sleep, sleep. Look at me, mama. I'm a writer. I do poetry and stories, all pretty and pink, and all you do is, sleep, sleep, sleep. Look at me, mama. I can dance. I'm lonely, I'll move to France, meet a woman, and get married. Look at the ants crawl through the spilled red juice on the grass, nature everywhere, as you sleep, sleep, sleep.  Look mama, Look at me, mama! I have children now, all good and wise, you're a grandma. Why don't you wake up? Please look at me, mama. Open your eyes. I'm lonely and afraid. I'm old now, and cold, and you still, just sleep, sleep, sleep...
This came to me in a dream.
#death#mom#dream
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59/M/Clear Lake
Nov 8, 2021
Nov 8, 2021 at 8:11 AM UTC
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