Stress imprisons,
Sleep the key of escape.
Mind incisions
Skin soft, sticky like tape
Deserve praise
There's so much to loose.
Apathy, malaise
Life a book, strangely perused.
A bedroom
Isolated by indifference.
Come through.
Deep to the core, no hindrance
Bliss impaired
I feel a presence.
Life's fair
My motivation was lent.
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