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May 2010
falling back into this deadly disease
all I want to do is sleep
and now it’s 10 pm
and I should’ve been sleeping
long ago
but my mind moves too fast
to know the pain
and thus I sit here at 10 pm
music flowing from the speakers
and typing this poem to muse on my
choice
Overwhelmed
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