Dream Junkie
My eyes closed, my mind rests but only for a couple of minutes.
I am off to a deep sleep or dream land as it called. I love the state I am in I can't get enough.
I tell that inner voice please, stop, don't wake me up. I love it here I can do what I want I am addicted to not waking up.
The sandman is the dealer of this addicting drug.
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I am a 27 year old Rapper/Poet I use these art forms to express my thoughts and show my world view off to others. I love all art that means every for of it if I could master it all I would and am trying to do it.
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