Again. A poem.

I woke up this morning
And died a little inside
Again

Always the same thing
Too much overthinking
Again

A mind is a cruel beast
Taunting and self loathing
Again

I imagine a place of rest
But it’s so far away
Again

Maybe I’ll just sleep
Forever and a day
Again

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