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Oct 2020
I am sleepy, so so sleepy.

But sleep does not come to me.
My head is buzzing but when I try I am unable to find what is causing this noise within me.

We are weird.

We are good.
We are amazing.
We are on cloud nine.
We are ready for everything.
Life is exciting.
It's motivating.
It's not HappeningFastEnough.  

It moves me in its divine

We are weird.
Wait.
Am I weird?

Life stills.......

I am sleepy but the noise....
I wanted to scrawl this noise away.

But

When I try to listen all I hear is
.... tick tock,
I should be sleeping.
Tick tock
All I hear..... Is my clock.
Written by
Smudge  32/F/Scotland
(32/F/Scotland)   
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