waking up, this day, from a good night's sleep. they gave me something.. a new pill. it helps me sleep.
The dreams? sometimes they don't happen. Sometimes they do, though...
I made a change. to the clothes I wear.. Cut them open, split in the middle, they could say. it looks good.
"waking up from a thousand years sleep"
Blasting in von Sleep...
they want me to go to the therapist, to learn how to be a being, functional as a being.. I am a being, am I not? Mother to a mother is it that You are? I am a being, not a carpenter but as a being I can work as a carpenter. these words! they say what they do and when I speak my voice is heard....
From within these locked doors of glass - good bye!
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