(Sleepy poetry)
I always lose track of when P.M. turns to A.M.
When it becomes day again
When two hours of sleep fuels you
until you're staying up late again
Awake again
Although I never really slept
I pleade, I count sheep
Defeat
But now my eyes are closing
Just as it becomes day again
A.M.
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Random thought
Poetry"You should make a book on wattpad or something called random thoughts" Random things, rants, poems, and such
