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Dec 2023
I don’t understand how
I am supposed to sleep.
I can’t even sit still.
My skin is trying to jump
off my bones,
my muscles are sore
from being so tense all day.
I don’t want to sleep without you
for the rest of my life.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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