I can't sleep these days. Gotta stay up late and drink until I can't keep my eyes open anymore. I'm so sad, all the time. Got guilt in a little nugget in my diaphragm, making sure I never get any rest. My dreams are all lucid, full of tasks I have to complete. A whole list of means. Point A to B. I wrote a song yesterday but it was nonsense. First
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