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Sleep sleep sleep,

Counting sheep,

Through grey, hard eyes I weep.



Dark swollen eyes,

Thinking about the thousands of lies,

My soul slips away and dies.



Sleep overcomes me,

I slumber peacefully,

I awake and someone should kill me.



Sometimes I have dreams,

I hurt myself and wake up with needed seams,

Nothing is what it seems.