“How are you able to sleep so much?” I’m tired, I guess... “Why do you nap almost everyday?” I’m trying to forget, I guess... “Why did you stay up so late?” It’s quieter at night, I guess... “Why do you still fall asleep really early sometimes?” “I don’t want to deal with anything anymore, I guess... “What do you mean, you didn’t fall asleep last night?” I was dreading tomorrow, I guess... “There are a lot of insomniacs out there, be grateful that you can even get sleep.” I know… i am... “You need to fix that sleep schedule of yours.” It’s not that I need to fix it… it's probably just my body knowing when everything’s become too much…
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“Why do you sleep so much?” I want to, I guess... “Do you enjoy sleeping a lot?” … yes “Has anyone ever asked you that before?” … no “What are you trying to achieve by sleeping more?” I’m trying to forget, to procrastinate, to waste time, to not deal with anything, a lot of things, I guess… “Why do you keep saying, ‘I guess’?” I’m unsure of myself, I don't know the exact reasons behind my want for sleep... “Those answers were pretty... honest.”* Now that's a first, isn't it?
Again, this didn't turn out like a poem but o well :> copywrite Ashrah