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Aug 2015
I tire of being awake
Yet my eyes refuse to stay shut
We fight constantly but they won't break
Bloodshot and squinty all for what
They won't let me sleep
So I lay here staring at nothing
Looking like I'm about to weep
Written by
Matt tapia  somewhere only we know
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