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I woke up early this morning and was just tossing and turning. each minute passing seemed like an hour. sick to my stomach, cold and shivering under the sheets, head congested with a cold, and my mind running at a million miles per hour. racing, racing, and going nowhere. lying there; a head full of bad thoughts and bad memories, trying to clear my mind to get a few more minutes of sleep before work...no luck. The cool blue light of morning begins to leak in through the cracks in the blinds and illuminate my room. I can feel the mess around me things strewn and left on the floor, dust on the fan blades, and dirty laundry. I can feel it. It hangs heavy in me, the mess of my life, of my soul.