I'm losing my grip on reality.
Wondering if perhaps, I'm more than just lingering thoughts of desires.
Remnants of cries and echoes of desperation,
Remain the things I feel.
I'm tired.
I just wish sleep would embrace me in its cold icy arms forever,
Or was that the description for death.
Maybe just maybe, this time I wouldn't wake up from such slumber.
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