I was born through the backdoor.
That is why everything is slow to me.
I go deep down to be born again.
That is why I love to sleep.
In that place all my burdens dissolve.
That is why I can see something beautiful.
Yet my memory is taken when I awake.
That is why I go there again searching.
A sweet memory of a faded dream lingering.
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