the vein in my foot twitches

its proof im alive, i suspect

ive rolled over 20 thousand times

its obvious im not going back to sleep

its too early to ponder useless trash

but its the only thing that allows me to breathe

im sure this is sposed to be the time of day

when you stretch and yawn and thank your lucky stars

but that would mean acceptance of reality

of which i have been barred

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