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Eyes heavy,
and limbs numb.
My body wants to rest,
but yet I can't.

So much to do,
so much to see.
I want to do all things,
before sleeping.

My mind racing, and my fingers
dance on the computer keys.
What should I do now?
I can't sleep or sit still.

So much going on,
no time to sleep.
No time to rest, or close my eyes
for a few seconds.

I have to wait till I feel my
eyes become heavy,
until I close them and dream
the mysterious of life.

I am so sleepless, my eyes are half way opened.
My limbs half numb , and my mind out of
place.

Sleepless.
Why is it we cure pain with pain?

A burn with utter incineration?

A cut with mortal stabs and fatal slices?

A tear with larger rips and further shredding?

A break with complete shatter and growing fractures?

A love with a deeper, truer, more honest and raw  love?
I think I'm getting worse at this poem thing.
I've basically stopped rhyming altogether it seems,
at least to me.
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