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Jun 29
Today I am exhausted,
dysregulated nerves.

Somehow even simple rest
feels like more than I deserve.

I wake up overstimulated,
somehow already sad.

It's like half of all the other
"wake in painful" days I've had.

Not really a disaster,
the feeling's bound to fade.

I'll wake tomorrow,
and the next,

just another day.
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