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Sleep


Sleep.

It's something I never seem to get enough of.

I don't have insomnia, nightmares, or a bed made of rock,

But I still never seem to get enough.

High school seems like the easiest thing to blame,

hell, all the work that I have to do is a shame.

I know it's junior year and we're getting "prepared for college"

But oh how I wish I didn't have to be so polished.

I never seem to have time to relax,

and even if I am the future is breathing down my neck.

All my responsibilities are lingering by;

So many questions are in my mind.

 

 

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