Nobody
sleeps. We
just break our feet
and walk again.
And again.
And again.
Then awake as if
from a dream
in a rented room
which smells of
antiseptic soap.
And like a child
waiting to be fed
we struggle
struggle to breathe
struggle to see
struggle to hear
we struggle to be
like we wish we had been
all those years
we couldn’t sleep.
Words Of An Average White Male 
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That’s a heavy word but I’ll take it. Thank you, keep up!
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Another amazing post
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That is flattering and surely bad for my health, but thank you for the support. It’s much appreciated. Keep up!
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