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Endless Days
Sometimes the days feel too long,
An endless spiral fading into the dark.
Infuriated as I count down the minutes,
Looking forward to nothing,
But another eternal day,
The same with the ever lessening hope for something different.
I long for days that feel whole,
That feel full yet free,
To be busy yet calm and in control,
To be away from the suffocating overwhelmingness of everything,
All of the pressures that come as a result of continuous existence.
Sometimes the days feel too long,
And I only wish to fall asleep,
Safe with all of the stories in my head,
Yet the nights never last,
While the days never end.