sweet sheep sleep in sheets

I want the deepest pit of blankets. Down comforters in silk. I want the largest dose of sleeping pills. I want to be rocked and soothed till my eye lids are so heavy, so heavy, so heavy I drift, I am gone.

I want to wake to a life with meaning.

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