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I'm tired. A phrase I mutter everyday Coffee will keep me wired But in the end, I always pay. How I long for sleep each night Come bedtime, my hand will be dealt. Miserable insomnia or out like a light. Those sleepless nights will surely be felt. When I sleep a full 8 hours I still awaken heavy laden My body fighting with all it's powers Grasping onto the bed I should've stayed in. So what is this magic number? Two or ten hours, it makes no difference While I yearn for a satisfying slumber My mind is marked by dissonance. I'm tired. I'm tired. I will continue to grumble Until I am finally retired. And my responsibilities crumble.
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Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
I'm Tired
I'm tired. A phrase I mutter everyday Coffee will keep me wired But in the end, I always pay. How I long for sleep each night Come bedtime, my hand will be dealt. Miserable insomnia or out like a light. Those sleepless nights will surely be felt. When I sleep a full 8 hours I still awaken heavy laden My body fighting with all it's powers Grasping onto the bed I should've stayed in. So what is this magic number? Two or ten hours, it makes no difference While I yearn for a satisfying slumber My mind is marked by dissonance. I'm tired. I'm tired. I will continue to grumble Until I am finally retired. And my responsibilities crumble.
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Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
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