panic
I stare up at the ceiling that seems to sink into crippling darkness the shadows seep into my thoughts, my bed, my eyes, my organs, my mind I'm so tired the world is draining me to a emotionally lifeless corpse I'm so tired yet I can't help but gorge on the anger and sadness of others but my own feels like an itch I can't quite scratch I'm so tired
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