Why Die when you can sleep?

Being a narcoleptic,
I just can't manage to eulogize the magic of sleep.
Would love to dedicate this to all of the amazing people out there who lived their life rather than just give it away to a stupid thought. <3

And then the twilight gulps,
All the brightness that upset you.

All the things that molested you.

Were forgotten.

Such is the enchantment of slumber!

Isn't it way more superior to death?

The End

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