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THE DEATH OF REST

Oh how i wish to sleep all day

Even just for once to escape from reality

The grueling nature of things to see

Seem to kill my spirits fire and desire to see natures beauty.

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Tired, dead tired

Life is fleeting so as harmony

Gasping for air in the barren sea

Not to get drowned in the expectation of people’s misery.

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My driving force to continue living

Is the thought that i keep on believing

That i am here for a purpose from the beginning

I will survive this death of rest.

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