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my body says go to bed,

yet voices within me say, "might as well be dead"



sleeping is a waste of life,

endless hours of living, severed with a knife.



body says: go to sleep,

mind says: take it or weep,...reap...

what you sow,

what you planted with your plow, your hoe,



trying to get high,

to crawl out of this low,

desperately trying, to dig myself out of this hole.

a voice silently whispers,

lips lock,

bodies mingle,

moans turn into shouts,

then fade into drawn-out pleasured whimpers.