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tomorrow's going to be the death of me,

I haven't gotten any sleep for the past week.

honestly I just want to lay breathless

sleep and dream like there's nothing left.

run my self conscious thighs

until that sharp pain in my ribs burst and I collapse

or faint from my lack of hydration on the track.

hopefully this pain continues to devour me

so I can cry everything out and sleep peacefully.

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