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11th grade late night tortures.

my attempts to write fail before the pencil touches the paper, nothing is the same, where have I heard that before? I make no sense, my thoughts are incoherent I'm tired, goodnight. Everything's the same

I'm terrified.Of what? I don't know. Imaginations suck.
Turn them off with the T.V.
Get out of bed.
Do your homework.
Go to school.
Simple things.
So simple.
Sleeping's easier.