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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