Sleeping, dying,
Things I now love,
for people have hurt me,
Misused my love.
So in slumber I find some solace,
Dreaming of blissful times and places,
although never forever always imperfect,
Always leaving me empty when I awake.
Dying seems a more lasting solution,
Eternal sleep is so appealing,
Never hurting, never bleeding,
No more suffering, no more pain,
No more seeking someone to blame,
So in death I will find my release,
The only way my pain will cease.
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