i lye down to look for a slumber. i look for the forbidden quiet. with all the clatter in my head it screams to my disatisfaction. will it not let me be? some how i wake during the light. there is no rest for the wicked. is that my cursed past bleeding my new ways. escape would be such a peacful endeaver. come short just a fraction of what i
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