Routine
Im trying to read
But I'm falling asleep
My day is so long
Tho it feels so wrong
I'm not doing anything
I've retracted my wing
Early on the streets
I come home so weak
It's already too dark
The stars giving spark
When I fall into bed
Weight falls off my head
8th November 23
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