Made My Bed
Made my bed
Now I must
Lay in it
Messed up the
Sheets of time
Far to many times
that I have lost count
Pulled of the blanket
Of illusion from the
Bed of lies that I
Once slept so soundly in
Now I can't find that
Comfortable spot
That once felt so inviting
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