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Sleep,
How I long for the escape and peace.
How I long for a place where your words cannot touch me!

I can become a bird,
And fly far away,
Or an actor,
Proud and blessed with fame.
I can jump over mountains,
Lift up buses,
Resurrect broken fountains,
Literally,
anything while I’m sleeping.

Sleep,
How I long for the escape and peace.
How I long for a place where your words cannot touch me!

I can run faster than any man,
Far from you.
I can dream that I am indestructible
And that your words and actions cannot hurt me,
I can dream that I am safe,
Or that a prince has finally come to save me from your tower of terror.
I can dream that you are the wicked witch,
And you’ve finally decided to take a bath
And washed yourself down the drain.

Sleep,
How I long for the escape and peace.
How I long for a place where your words cannot touch me!




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