Sleep isn't a good friend of mine anymore. So I became friends with my thoughts instead, but it seems they don't like me too much either.
When they hit you all at once and you just lay there and take the punches and you wanna scream but nothing seems to come out...
Thats when you know you've become numb to it all.
When that time comes, just take a deep breath and hope for the best.
It'll all come together eventually.
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That's when I go for a long run.
Sanity is up the big hill.
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