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No sleep


I can feel the dawn seeping through the blinds onto my face
as the growing light gently tapped upon my closed eyelids.
I don’t have to look to know it’s creeping slowly
Upon me like an unwanted guest or
a requisite obligation that I cannot ignore.
Why can’t it wait just a little longer…
Only for a few more hours…
I’ll feel like this sleeplessness is worth the pain.
It’s okay .. I reason
Everyone does it … I justify
It builds character.. I lie.
It doesn’t matter really.
I tell myself that I can make it up tomorrow..
It is tomorrow.
Then I remember, I could’ve let it go,
That it really would have waited for me.. It always will
As long as I allow it.

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