Sanctuary, sanctuary.
My safe place.
But a tomb.
A tomb with no flowers.
A blessing and a wicked curse.
A torrid love affair.
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I spend too much time here.
Exhaustion.
All the time exhaustion.
Never ending.
Exhaustion draining of every drop of
Energy
Sanity.
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I've always been known for being a
Sleeper.
"Oh look, Christina came out of
hibernation."
"What's keeping you from waking?"
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I hardly ever see the sun these days.
But then again, I've never been too
fond of it.
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Sanctuary.
I call sanctuary.
Safety.
Yet,
Haunting dreams plague me.
Fourteen hours.
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Bed.
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1 comment:
this is so powerful.
so wonderful.
i really admire you.
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