The Day of Endless Slumber
The day you fell into a endless slumber was the day
the little girl in the corner came out of her shell
The cries of her mother which haunt her nightmares
The sight of seeing her paled grandpa in front her on his bed
never coming out of his endless slumber.
The little girl in the corner was always wishing that
horrendous night was all a dream.
She plumented into a deep endless slumber of her own hers was
a slumber were she would wake up every day and always wish to
never awake into the imperfect world.
The little girl in the corner never awoke again.
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