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I’m so tired I could drop But I mustn’t go to sleep. Vicious dreams are hiding Just behind my pillowcase, Waiting for the perfect time To tell me I’m inadequate And guilty of egregious sins That doom my frantic efforts To create a perfect life And move across humanity In ways that make things better. ljm
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Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 11:22 AM UTC
INSOMNOLENCE
I’m so tired I could drop But I mustn’t go to sleep. Vicious dreams are hiding Just behind my pillowcase, Waiting for the perfect time To tell me I’m inadequate And guilty of egregious sins That doom my frantic efforts To create a perfect life And move across humanity In ways that make things better. ljm
My dreams are my worst enemy.
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Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 11:22 AM UTC
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