1 a.m. has somehow become the time I write
I have never been great at sleeping
When I was little I was simply never tired
Now I am exhausted but never able to sleep
If I do rest it feels hollow
Like I’m partly awake the whole time
And it’s taking a toll on me
I can feel my mind shifting
But these days I’m too tired to care
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Tuesday, May 26th (72nd day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
