I think about sleeping, then the little fucked up side of me speaks in my brain and says with total determination," A little bit longer won't hurt you, you'll be fine ." I sigh and trust that the fucked up side of me knows what its saying (which I highly doubt it does, but still feel the need to trust it, its the only thing I can trust anymore). I stay up a little bit longer, just long enough to feel numb sensation of total and uter-exhaustion, I crawl to my bed in the hope of at least a few…
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