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Jul 2020
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wakefulness, always around the same time
no longer from despair, i simply
spend my days in a torpid state.
what is the need for sleep
when nothing has been spent?
Written by
Hope Peck  21/F/Philadelphia
(21/F/Philadelphia)   
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