its literally two in the morning

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im up so late that at this rate i'll never sleep; never fall deep into my dreams where something gleams, but i dont know. i think i should go back to bed or i'll end up dead from being to tired. its not a thing to be admired so good night, sleep tight... do bed bugs even bite?





.... what even is this...? i guess... ok then.

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