'sleep' 'death' 'deception'

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Tossing, turning, an endless cycle.A constant buzzing.It surrounds me, suffocating. A white noise on loop. Thoughts race through my exasperated mind.I long for peace; bliss,In the midst of death’s grip.
You never know You never see When they look at you In your sleep But yet again you don't Realize That they never were Alive
A child's terrified eyes sees the world for the violent drunk it is One is not born immune to the immersive experience Of domination, damnation, Filthy bodies and even filthier minds.
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