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It's because I kept on my socks

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A short poem I wrote when I reflected on why I felt so tired. Honestly it was mostly from lack of sleep because of how busy I am, however I decided to make something out of it. I normally do not wear socks when I am in bed, and my feet are always cold, and since I do most of my homework in bed, having my feet cold actually helps me get my homework done because helps me stay awake. I never actually equated my feet being cold to me getting homework done better in bed until now, and even now it does not make that huge of a difference.  The idea of the poem is to emphasis the fact that my exhaustion comes from a multitude of thoughts in my head and issues I am dealing with, not just because I wore socks this time, thus using irony to illustrate the immense stress many individuals my age experience as a result of the digital revolution and increased awareness of social problems. I understand this is a bit far fetched for some, however I felt the need to share this.All Rights Reserved

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