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Waning awake
Sleeps all but foegotten, dreams t become impossible.
Bullied to the depths of my brain.
With less and less rest to reset, days begin to mesh.
Sleep becomes inconcievable, the more hours spent waning awake.
Whats it like to be normal just a guy with friends and hobbies to keep him sane.
Talking with myslef reveal secrets, but rather dry, theres nobody awake in the hours i wane awake.
Should I get ready fiffle my hair, and iron my pants, Who's gonna see?
Theres nobody to judge, no people to impress, no status quo.
I could not slower wear only boxers and a sunflowered dress.
Its me and select others who never sleep going insane,
When others are sleeping we're waning awake.
Bullied to the depths of my brain.
With less and less rest to reset, days begin to mesh.
Sleep becomes inconcievable, the more hours spent waning awake.
Whats it like to be normal just a guy with friends and hobbies to keep him sane.
Talking with myslef reveal secrets, but rather dry, theres nobody awake in the hours i wane awake.
Should I get ready fiffle my hair, and iron my pants, Who's gonna see?
Theres nobody to judge, no people to impress, no status quo.
I could not slower wear only boxers and a sunflowered dress.
Its me and select others who never sleep going insane,
When others are sleeping we're waning awake.
Published 3rd Jul 2020
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