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days.

everyday it's a round about way

to everything that's exactly the same

i haven't slept in days

not including eight hours everynight

thats how it feels at least

what's the point in sleeping

if resting is nonexistant

my body doesn't collapse or deteriorate but

my mind never rejuvanates

it's useless for me to be here if i can't give the situation

the proper attention i deserve to give it

i haven't selpt in days.

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Mar 28, 2010
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