This pillow feels so soft.
These eyes they weigh so much.
But for some peculiar reason,
To the waking world I clutch.
There is no logic for it.
My mind won't simply still.
I'm going out of my head.
These thoughts I'll have to kill.
I'll try to think of nothing,
But that never ends up so.
Until finally I meet peace...
And off to dream I go.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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