I can't be roused
From this deep slumber
Try as they might
Sweet slumber, that's all I want
Day and night
It isn't right
But I could care less,
What they think of my beautiful mess
I sought refuge in this sweet haven,
Got visited in my dreams by a raven
My aching body,
Immersed in an illusion
Questioned me,
What's real, what isn't?
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A Part Of Me
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