O sleep, O gentle
sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee,
That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
― William Shakespeare
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee,
That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
― William Shakespeare
Hormones! O vile
hormones!
You steal my sleep and wreak havoc on my soul.
Once you were precious, the creator and sustainer of life,
But now you remind me of my age, you forecast the end.
Hormones begone!
Relieve me from this living death and give me the craving of my soul.
You steal my sleep and wreak havoc on my soul.
Once you were precious, the creator and sustainer of life,
But now you remind me of my age, you forecast the end.
Hormones begone!
Relieve me from this living death and give me the craving of my soul.
― Diane Sylvester
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