I can’t seem to sleep. Thoughts running through my head, they need to be put somewhere. Though I could never seem to describe them in graphic detail, though. Because I am one secretive bastard.
Tales of cheating, lying, forging, stealing, trading, killing, cutting, hurting, crying, selling, bragging, laughing, planning, writing, burning, shouting, screaming, shrieking, arguing, staring, grabbing, pulling, pushing, throwing, jumping, stepping, breaking, hiding, running, bloodletting, talking, eating, sleeping, suffocating, vomiting, aching, whispering, watching, walking, sitting, lying, dying, waking, regretting.
In no chronological order, of course.
Screw this. I have two papers in the morning.
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Neither can I. Damned sleeplessness. Well, good luck tomorrow.
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