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I sigh,
no amount of breath fills my lungs quite enough,
no amount of tears will sate the pain,
pain that cripples the mind,
a mind that can't interpret meaning,
just feels everything.
Everything shudders ,
all the movement in the stillness of my body,
the stillness, the quiet hurts more than the intrusive thoughts;
the thoughts that flood my dreams,
my dreams only tell stories of escape,
an escape that is just out of reach when i wake.
I'd rather sleep,
soak in the lies,
bask in the beauty of the unobtainable.
Here it is safe and in the dark there is relief.
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