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Jul 2021
Discomfort, exhaustion, constant distraction,
my eyes won't keep open,
my thoughts won't make sense.
I'm so tired but I can't get proper sleep
when it's time to rest.
Even writing is a bother,
but it's all I have for relief
so I'll get my **** laptop and press some keys.
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Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ  23/M/NotFoundYet
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