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Somnote Diaries

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Exchange by vanity, or inaction
Can't make sense of it all sometimes

Pouring poison in my soul's brook
Will i live to see much more

With all these grey hairs on my soul
The disorder has grown to great

I long to feel something more
Trapped in a prison
Of chloral hydrate.

Can i rise above?
At my funeral
I don't want any doves.

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