sleep is like death, only it breathes

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How often we hear

The extent of our lives that we spend

Unconscious, and asleep.

We do nothing in this time

But let our minds go.

We can try and fight our falling lids

But it is a battle we cannot win.

Even when our lives become

So busy,

And we just need more time;

Our lids still fall

As we cannot even function if we do not

Succumb.

How ironic it is

That we must spend a third of our time asleep

To spend any of our time at all.

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