Laying here,
5:08,
I can't believe it's so late.
On my phone,
Once again,
I can't believe this might end.
My life is in pieces,
I'm spiraling,
Attempting to create,
Something inspiring.
But how can I focus when I can barely breathe.
My eyes slowly shutting,
I haven't brushed my teeth.
So I stand up and go.
No sleep for me.
Soon I find that it's 8,
and my day has begun.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 8:16 AM UTC
Laying here,
5:08,
I can't believe it's so late.
On my phone,
Once again,
I can't believe this might end.
My life is in pieces,
I'm spiraling,
Attempting to create,
Something inspiring.
But how can I focus when I can barely breathe.
My eyes slowly shutting,
I haven't brushed my teeth.
So I stand up and go.
No sleep for me.
Soon I find that it's 8,
and my day has begun.
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