SLeep… now.

Time, I am outraged at your scant discordance for sleep. There seems to be knives at my brain and electricity leaking from every porous surface to be seen. Tell me, in which paradox Am I happily breathing and sleeping, or even resting.. I wish whole heartedly to travel there. If only I had a towel. Then maybe, everything would be Ok.

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