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Endless Fatigue


The day is gone and it's time to rest, I make my bed and say my good nights. But even if I try my very best, I can't seem to sleep, even without the lights. My thoughts keep me up with no reason, No matter what I do they won't shut off. I stay up and listen to the breeze on, This sleepless night with me thrown off.
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