sleepdeprived
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Can't sleep. It's midnight.
Twelve O Clock or maybe one.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. gone.
At my school, every day is all work no play.
We get so tired that we just drift away.
Staying up ‘till twelve and up at six,
It’s a miracle we aren’t all sick.
Sometimes I wish that homework was less,
