"I can swim but I'm too tired to move, too broken to fix my insomnia and too depressed to even try to sleep anymore
I stay up crying for no particular reason
Regardless of how clear the light at the end of the tunnel is, it blinds me and I don't know if I can readjust my eyes to the light again"
- a thing from my trashy slam poem 2018
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