It is time for me to open my eyes I dare not sleep on my dreams, I dont have time fore teardrops, to pour down into the streams It is time for me to heal, heal without delay time that I work hard kneel for I must pray venting my desires, for my own survival call it what you may I call it my arrival. It is time for me to sleep To sleep for I must rest to free myself of burdens that lay upon my breast If it died you may call it a revival but it is detrimental to my survival call it whatever you may I call it my arrival
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Libra
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