Oh the frustration of doing what I should not.
The pain, fatigue, won't ever stop
Awake. Should be sleeping. Late.
Drifting, floating in my mind with no discernible course
Three hours down, my time for bed
Again put off the sleep that I need
Tomorrows price, draggin' ass to the j-o-b
It's a rythmn. It's my rythmn...
For now
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