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I have one thought, and it repeats:
“one night, I will not go to sleep.”
I'll close my eyes, and there I'll lie.
“one night, I will not go to sleep.”
My breath lies dead inside my throat.
Paralysis is taking hold.
The night is long, the night is cold.
“one night, I will not go to sleep.”
My vision starts to blur, and then
I can't recall my room , and when
They bury me, so it will be.
“one night, I will not go to sleep.”
I have one thought, and it repeats:
“one night, I will not go to sleep.”
I'll close my eyes, and there I'll lie.
And there I'll lie.
“one night, I will not go to sleep.”
I'll close my eyes, and there I'll lie.
“one night, I will not go to sleep.”
My breath lies dead inside my throat.
Paralysis is taking hold.
The night is long, the night is cold.
“one night, I will not go to sleep.”
My vision starts to blur, and then
I can't recall my room , and when
They bury me, so it will be.
“one night, I will not go to sleep.”
I have one thought, and it repeats:
“one night, I will not go to sleep.”
I'll close my eyes, and there I'll lie.
And there I'll lie.
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I'm publishing this at around 5 A.M. I've been up all night, because I'm absolutely terrified of sleep. Have been for a while. Maybe six months. Maybe less. I don't recall. Truth be told, I'm terrified of a lot of things right now. I'm terrified of myself, of work, of suicide, of death, of panic attacks...the world is full of new horrors for me. I'm trying to fix them, but I don't know how.
I said I'm publishing it at 5 AM, but as to when it was written...looks like December 10th, 2014 at 8:56 A.M. Just touching it up and sending it out the door, basically.
I'm publishing this at around 5 A.M. I've been up all night, because I'm absolutely terrified of sleep. Have been for a while. Maybe six months. Maybe less. I don't recall. Truth be told, I'm terrified of a lot of things right now. I'm terrified of myself, of work, of suicide, of death, of panic attacks...the world is full of new horrors for me. I'm trying to fix them, but I don't know how.
I said I'm publishing it at 5 AM, but as to when it was written...looks like December 10th, 2014 at 8:56 A.M. Just touching it up and sending it out the door, basically.
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