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Sleep not in bed


My eyes are sunken

Decent sleep no longer exist.

It really is tough for my system to function.

When  this spiking pain persist.

I didn't come here to work the min

But everyday I have to clock in that pin.

College really just became an illusion

A hollow stomach, a hollow dream

Metropolitan city, Oh, what a delusion

I'm just some number in this regime.

 

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