Up, wake up.
Leave the fair weather lives.
Time to return to pain.
Little slices of death, how I love them.
Given to bouts of repression.
Hiding away in my head.
Breaking from being led.
Give unto me the pillow paradise.
A whole new life.
New Loves. New Joys. New Realities.
Open eye loses.
One more moment to be who I was… lost.
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