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I, sleep
Here I am by a river, yet to feel complete,
Exhausted; the sun's gaze mocks me.
Where's the beauty in the mundane?
Everything transcends me; I'm just a pebble.
I despise myself in all my ways.
I'm tired; I ask the moon to rock me...
Here I am by a river, yet to feel complete,
Exhausted; the sun's gaze mocks me.
Where's the beauty in the mundane?
Everything transcends me; I'm just a pebble.
I despise myself in all my ways.
I'm tired; I ask the moon to rock me...
