when i carry these pains
do not ask me if i can endure them
i am human
and i may soon give up
you know what i mean
you may test me and deprive me of everything that i once have
and those most important bits that i do treasure
you may take what little is left
in my pocket
or in my sockets
but please, i beg of you,
do not take away from me this bed where i can sleep
this floor where i can lay my body upon
this wall where i can lay my head and rest
for in here
where and when everything is lost
i can still cope up and sleep and
dream
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