I’d really like to try to catch some sleep
Each time I wind up trying not to weep
This crazy life drives me out the door
I wake up the next day, my body sore
My eyes are closing, but I force them open
It has been a year, and I haven’t spoken
There is no one to speak to, no one at all
My problems grow from short to tall
Dreams come to me, slowly now, I’m finally sleeping
But in my dreams, without surprise I am heavily weeping
Why is this so, for my life is not a demon
All my problems added up reach an unbearable sum
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This is probably my favorite so far. Of all the things you have written, I feel as though I can relate to this. You have a life that is much better than most peoples, but yet all these little problems strangle you. It is something I have felt before, and it is beautifully put into words!
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