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Can't sleep
Fighting this beast of sad mediocrity
Gouging its eyes out to kill its soul
Body racked with tempestuous anxiety
Cannot sleep
Pain of living
Nothing but void
A vacuum where nothing grows
An empty space full of ideas going nowhere.
Wednesday 4th April 2018 12:03 pm
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