Things were bad, he had taken to sleep
To manage his fast-dissolving world,
Sleep took him away, to a place
Where he could manage.
He should get up soon.
It had been eight days.
Today made it nine.
Today he’d sleep
Maybe he’d try
Or maybe?

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