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When you wake up
at 2:24am
You feel your presence is unwanted in the world;
This world, this dark and quiet world, is not yours to be conscious in.
“Opened Sat 20:09”
Normal times, normal people.
You thought you were normal.
Perhaps they do as you do, too.
Perhaps everyone lays in bed at 2:51am
and feels themselves floating.
People float in different ways.
Mine isn't beautiful. Mine a sense of responsibility
hanging over me; you should do better and sleep, goddammit.
Go on, put a star and say you don't feel trapped.