Shallow

Sleep; there was no better way to cope, no better way than to sleep. I slumbered in the warm ambience of the banana yellow sun forevermore. I tuned out the world that I would someday have to wake up and battle. Tears slipped from my eyes like leaking faucets, for what? I knew not.

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