i'm tired

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It would be nice if I could wash away my thoughts in the shower. Put shampoo on my brain and lather away the worry and pain. That would be a grand end, To a (not so) grand day.
Chalk dust Flakes from my fingers to my eyes, As I rub the to-dos into lashes And stare at the checkboxes for yesterday
Awake at 3 in the morn, When the spawn of tired and creativity is born. I lay on doubled cushions Gazing into silence. Will I be dreary in the sunlight? Of course, but funcionality does not lower flight.
It is not physical, People ask about my new "Glow" "How are you such a morning person?" "It's my new skin care routine, y'know?" I lay in bed, trapped in my head I want the voices to stop,
Dragging my feet I go to bed After pounding the street All day. My schedule was filled No rest in between At my activities I drilled All day. In the mirror I look My face, it sags
I'm tired.   I'm tired everyday. It's not because I'm doing work, It's not because I'm forcing myself to stay up. I just can't sleep.   Insomnia
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