I keep saying that I'm gonna do something. I never make a good attempt at it, I'm all talk. I'm gonna wake from this coma, crawl from this bed I've made.
I felt like being cryptic today. But I'm too tired to even try.
I hurt all over. Maybe I'm just really tired. I should be. Sleep would be wise, but I just can't drag myself away. I'm not taking
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