I've come to the end, of a long week, I could not help, but think of sleep, Feeling so tired, fed-up and weak, I wondered what happened to my to do dreams. I added a lot to my to do list, I'll be stuck if I choose to sleep, My eyes begged and chose to weep, "We need sleep, we need sleep". I told them both about my dreams, They laughed and asked, "How will you see?", I told them both "I've got you guys", They told me that they might die. I told them both its not time to sleep, They asked me, "When can we sleep?", I said, "At night when I am home", They said, "Oh, we know you more". They were right there was no time, I had more chores to do at night, To play my games, to browse the feed, To watch more movies, to ditch my sleep, Those for sure I will never leave. I had no choice but to lie, "I'll make sure you get sleep on time", They replied, "You better treat us...
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