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  • I'm breaking my soul into pieces quietly while your mind is dreaming of distant shores. I remove a hair lock on my eyelid used to it falling all day. My hair is not combed. My first grays stick out. Can you do this this on my computer? I can't. I can't sleep. Cover your eyes. I can't, I hear your typing. Take Vicodin. I can't, I'm working tomorrow. So what… it won't be your first time. I am revengeful, I am angry. I am right. Yet I am so wrong. So wrong for spinning at the same place for months… years. Why? It's following me like a shadow. I should meditate. I should try the body scan. That one may put me to sleep. I was told that it takes years until we start feeling effects of meditation. I cannot wait that long. I don't have that much time. But… maybe tonight, it will help me get through. Maybe tonight it will put me to sleep. It's going to rain tomorrow.
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