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Nov 2012
Sleep is for the weak.
I was constantly told,
by my coaches,
who would catch me,
half dazed on the sidelines.

Then they'd put me in,
tell me to work through it.
You don't need sleep,
you need to work,
and I would run in circles.

I remember running,
back and forth,
trying to keep sight,
of the ball,
with my dreary, sleep-filled eyes.

The game ended,
and I was yelled at by the coach.
Why weren't you awake,
you should have gotten more sleep,
you need to sleep.

What a hypocrite.
Sleep is for the weak,
you pounded that into my head.
So now i'll tell you,
one important thing.

Sleep is for the strong,
and don't you forget it.
Tatiana
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Tatiana  27/F/in a lighthouse
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