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Sleep has a grasp on my bones - My eyes, a white hot burning; Dreams beckon with undertones of a pattern I'm not learning.
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Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 9:13 PM UTC
Tired
Sleep has a grasp on my bones - My eyes, a white hot burning; Dreams beckon with undertones of a pattern I'm not learning.
Why do I stay up late knowing how tired I am?
emma-sims
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Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 9:13 PM UTC
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