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Still Awake.

Red bull inside of veins pulsing with blood shot eyes, 2 bottles of piss on my table, Photoshoped  women dripping with lies.
slightly enraged I'm in-caged inside this plywood box, crap all over my floor too tired to pick up my socks.
look at the clock.
It's ticking yet the time stands still, insomnia overpowering my spirit my power and will.
my daughters picture hangs high right next to her number nine, thrown randomly inside a box it's just a magnet but mine.
nine gives me one more day three months it will go away, five years and I'll hit the ten mark will I make it half way.
granola wrappers in sight this light is hurting my eyes, head full of these random thoughts, full of ifs hows buts and whys.
If I could impact a life, how would it turn out to be,
but am I selfish a sinner, why can't I just go to sleep.
Written by martyr26
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