It's a drug
I shake
I sweat
I see spots
I feel faint
I watch my Fitbit
I watch my heart rate
I watch my bpm climb
It hurts
80 bpm
90 bpm
96 bpm
I want it higher
I want it to soar
I want more
I want an overdose.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
