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Sleep


There will be times when the best part of your day will be crawling into your unmade bed at the earliest reasonable hour, your body sinking into the dent that has been there since you dragged yourself out of bed in the morning. You will count down the hours on your fingers, praying for the moment when you can sleep and forget it all, but trust me, my friend - these days will pass, and you will wake one day and rise with a hope.
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