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Jan 2019
I’m not sure of what I need
I don’t know whether it’s sleep
Or a way to smile
Or a sleeping pill
But these late nights have me feeling like I’m a cloud
High in the sky
Spreading throughout the atmosphere
I feel like I’m stretched out so thinly
That if I were to move any more
I would rip
When I say that I’m tired
Just know I’m not tired of you
I’m tired of battling with myself
Sleep is nonexistent rn
Luis Valencia
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Luis Valencia  20/M/Hays Ks
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       Luis Valencia, ---, Aileen, Alexis, Henry Akeru and 1 other
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