when your mind is a mess, so is mine.
i can't sleep because it hurts when i think.
staring at the screen so long the words blur, i don't know what i am teaching myself anymore. dribble dribble dribble, everything slurs together and i was falling asleep until a phone call woke me up. singing, singing, the little birds are singing and they don't know what about. i know. they're telling the world everything is going to be okay.
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