to sleep
to dream
while my conscience lays besides me
the monsters are getting to me
whether it be love, lust, pain or hate
what difference does it make in the end?
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at night my mind does not much care if what it thinks is here or there it tells me stories it invents and makes up thinks that don't make sense I don't know why it does this stuff the real world seems quite weird enough *calvin & hobbes' - BILL WATTERSON
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