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Sleep
Cant fade to black
No matter how hard I try
No use counting sheep
Or the stars in the inky sky
I look at my door
And He looks back
Fire In his eyes
And a knife in his back
I sigh quietly to myself
And get up again
How I hate sleeping with a mirror on my door
I hate seeing the real Ben
No matter how hard I try
No use counting sheep
Or the stars in the inky sky
I look at my door
And He looks back
Fire In his eyes
And a knife in his back
I sigh quietly to myself
And get up again
How I hate sleeping with a mirror on my door
I hate seeing the real Ben
Published 16th Mar 2012
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Anonymous
16th Mar 2012 1:50am
Very introspective, yet outward at the same time. Nice! ;)
