this will all pass. I won't be flinching, startled awake by the limp cigarette in my hand that has been inching, closing in and finally burning the fuck out of me. I have mny small golff
my heart and brain... AWOL.....
I toss and turn.
Yeah, I can't sleep.
I don't understand my life,
I don't understand my suffering...
I try to fight,
I try to resist,
but all the hate and all the pain and all the lies;
I can't take this....
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