Another Sleepless Morning
One o'clock and I'm already up,
hair is wet, toothbrush in the cup
I'm dressed fresh and out the door,
until I realize it's not even four.
Two comes round and I'm back in bed
so done with life I can’t escape my head
you even stop in and ask if I am Dead™
No but I'd rather take that instead.
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Eli Wolfe
I am a young writer who enjoys poetry and novel writing. I am very passionate about issues such as mental health, emotions, and LGBTQIA rights and other topics. My tumblr is makingmani.tumblr.com
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