So tired. I didn't realize the sleep deprivation would continue, would build on itself, would leave me stumbling through the days gasping, raccoon-eyed, grasping for elusive words needed to form full sensical sentences. Keats is nocturnal, it seems. Nights are his playground. I am the chaperon
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Props to you for doing this THREE TIMES! You're a hella strong woman.
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