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you say "l vie est belle"
but i cannot see the cave i can't
escape.
How do you cry, i learned
not to.
why can I feel their
pain.
But not my own.
Am I wrong to want
nothing at all except
sleep.
Can't dream for thoughts,
can't sleep for dreams,
can't think straight, so my
sleep is twisted.
Beautiful night opens for my
pleasure.
Day runs from me, seeking
solace from my dry eyes,
afraid,
I am, was, and will be,
but i don't know what.