Escaping from reality
Fleeing from causality
I have long hidden from my actions
In sleep
I hid from disappointment
Other's dissatisfaction with me
And my disillusion with myself
I hid from grief
The end of lives
The end of opportunitjes
Sometimes it helped
Allowed for the passing of anger
Gave time for love to win
But usually
It merely compounded the problem
Leading me to once again flee
To sleep
To the free floating euphoria
The liberty of inconsequentality
A cessation of consciousness
Yet when I awoke I was merely reminded
Of my yearning
My long abandoned self-destructive desire for
An end
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