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Nov 2013
Gods I'm tired.
3.5 hours spent in math class is too much.
6 hours studying US History is too much.
356 hours of backlogged sleep loss is too much.

Gods I'm exhausted.
Hundreds of messages are hundreds too many.
(considering the topic)
Dozens of nights spent crying are dozens too many.
(considering the reasons)
Scores of Google docs are scores too many.
(considering the contents)

Gods I am worn out.
Even a minute of conversation is a too much.
(regardless of topic)
Even an inquiry is one too many.
(regardless of reason)
Even a glance is too piercing a stare.
(regardless of meaning)

Gods,
f* you, I want to sleep.
Abby
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Abby  America
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