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One time with a wild child turned me into a night person.



It shouldn't have been like that, but love makes what it makes.



I looked stupid in their faces, like a no class person.



Something you should never call a humanbeing.



I don't have life, so I hide.



I don't like threads, because I am in my world.



I see what I see.



I am waiting for the light



I am master at not being there.



Its something I learned from older people, when I was a child.



I skipped the good parts in life as a child.



I wished them back when I opened my eyes.



I don't have life, so I hide.



I don't like threads, because I am in my world.



I see what I see.



The coming of something.



I have not looked,



I have just lived a real live.



Just mind your business and wait or move.



Like you know life.



I didn't have life, so I use to hide.



I still don't like threads in my own world.



I saw what I saw,



A dawn for sleep walkers.




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DAWN FOR SLEEP WALKERS