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I prefer
To sleep after I'm too tired to think
Until my eyes droop closed on their own
Until I can't hold up my phone
Until my brain stop working,
I cannot sleep
The thoughts that crowd and untried mind
Are enough to drive someone insane
I am now bound in the endless web of anxiety
Of depression
My own brain has betrayed me
How can I sleep when all I think about is
Everything
I've ever done wrong
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