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The night always protected me from my consciousness. I would rather suffer in my dreams than in my actuality. At least when I die in my dreams I know I will simply be alive again in another world, another life, and I could start over and suffer again.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 87 - Published: 08-28-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3053921
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the night allows me
to sleep away all the sorrows
it is a guardian that watches me
sleep watches me dream god's
eye is the moon as he watches
me as i get ready for bed
and my eyes lie dazed
as i gaze at the stars
and see how beautiful
night can be with its
many swollen eyes that
watch every single
kid at night
and i then go
to sleep
dreaming of happy things
dreaming of things
that get me away
from this dismal life
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