Sleep Poem by that young smart girl
Sleep
Sleep...
It's what I don't really get...
It brings back memories,
The good and the bad.
It fills the room while we lay there.
Some see fairies and rainbows,
All happy thoughts.
Others see their mommy or daddy,
Which may not be bad at all...
But me?
I see shadows and demons and family that's gone,
All pain... No mercy, it hurts my heart.
Sleep?
It's something I don't really want...
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4/25/2024 4:03:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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