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consume endless stimulants anything to get through this lifeless eyes with sunken souls tucked away in hidden holes the hands on the clock do a full rotation returning then surpassing their first location alternating breaks between coffee and bogies i sit on the floor, my effort withholding breathe in, breathe out, inhale deep i know not about counting sheep a few more bodies tough it out "we are the champions," i want to shout and i'm delusional, so i just might tell this empty room about my sleepless night
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
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consume endless stimulants anything to get through this lifeless eyes with sunken souls tucked away in hidden holes the hands on the clock do a full rotation returning then surpassing their first location alternating breaks between coffee and bogies i sit on the floor, my effort withholding breathe in, breathe out, inhale deep i know not about counting sheep a few more bodies tough it out "we are the champions," i want to shout and i'm delusional, so i just might tell this empty room about my sleepless night
Finals week, man. I just have to keep telling myself, "Only one more semester."
childofchange
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
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