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I spend my nights curled beneath the sheets,
still conscious &staring at the ceiling,
wishing for something more,
but lacking the motivation.
I watch the world pass me by.
&it doesn't look back.
This is my third night without sleep
&goddamn, I am AWAKE.
I feel like I should be doing something.
Everything. Anything productive...
but I know I'm not going to do a thing.
laziness &procrastination to the max, yo.
pity.
Imagine how much I could get done in the time that most people sleep...