I cannot sleep
can barely eat
mind being sucked dry by a leech
this cloud of dread follows me
never ceasing; I’m never free
all I want is some fucking sleep
Life may be tough
My path may be twisted
But I don’t want out
I want to have existed
Yet my own bed is terrifying
Listening to my mind is horrifying
Sleep is a battle, a disgusting pest
I hope practice makes perfect
So I can finally get some rest.
imperfection is perfection
Barber life, struggle, life
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