Sleep, you may like it.
Sleep is amazing, oh so very kind.
Sleep, it's an oblivion.
To keep yourself at peace.
Sleep, most people use to escape.
But not many? Not me.
It's not an escape, it's a way for all your demons to have a party.
No demons.
It comes in many forms hidden from the light.
You may try to deny but you need a root.
A root to keep you stable,
You need light and not to hide in your oblivion of sleep.
Where they only thrive at your absence.
I'm running out of time.
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