So now I'm on my knees, for the millionth night in a row.
It's 4: 17 and caffeine rushes through my veins.
I want so badly to be touched but my fragile bones might be crushed.
Will my anguished blood become so poisoned and simply choose to just stop flowing?
Or will I retreat to bed and again repeat this dead cycle entitled life?
This is life.
I Lie awake in bed wondering when it was that I really gave up.
Realize that in the end, no one gives a fuck.

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