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Offbeat
Published Mar 21, 2020
Updated Jul 3, 2021
2 min
Non-fiction
Offbeat
Published Mar 21, 2020
Updated Jul 3, 2021
2 min
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if I do not sleep do I die a little death?
in silence, without a word, no word, no thought.
would I see the sun of the era?
I think I do not want to see it , it's easier to ignore it,
Handicapped, depressed, a state which only plunge.
Handicapped but not too much, just enough for me to ruin my exstence,
keeping me out off enjoyment , but it's my own fault so I assume as possible.
I stopped druggs, my favorite THC, dealer failure.
While I was doing my music more than ever,
a pace that nothing could stop, except boredom and little death, faithless insomnia brought me at the end of the night.
I am tired, exhausted from fighting for nothing, so I gave up.
during these nights I suffered in silence,
without being able to make a sound without disturbing this small monastery the family is when your still home at 29 years old.
Here they sleep at night,
except me, it was like a jail of silence and suffered not to faint,
I even almost died of this psycho-rigid being I was,
Then I watched as I could and finally fell into a dreamless sleep and unrecovering sleep and making use that slowly immersed myself in dementia.
No blame into my mind,
My soul hurted and it was necessary that I escape.
What I did..
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