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May 3
still confused why sleeping hours
was dubbed as rest
and why do falling asleep
is just as scary as jumping on a dangerous cliff
how will I ever be at rest
whenever I lie down on my anxiety bed
all I feel is the burden of being pressed
through my mind and flesh,
weary, bothered and stressed
I was never at rest
Stephanie
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Stephanie  21/F/Not-so-wonderland
(21/F/Not-so-wonderland)   
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