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Mr. Sandman
Where's my rational mind?
since filled with southern blood
in time I know, I'll be fine,
If I could just forget the heart
maybe I could start again
instead of feeling lower,
My lungs breath rapidly
inhaling only to exhale,
Failing to rid my anxiety,
I'm sick of having dreams
where she vists me,
Tresspassing memories
tread into reality,
I'll ask the questions
"Are you really here?"
"Ofcourse I am dear"
dream draped infection,
upon further inspection
I detect a lingering
sense of the past,
I fall asleep to forget
I then dream to remember
To wake and regret,
I'm plagued with emotion,
The kind that we look down on,
The kind I sweat,
