Push Through
My body Is refusing to wake ⏰ And when it does, It will not stay that way. I hit my pillow so hard and quickly, There was no time between my fall and my dreams. But I wake, and find, That by the time leave that room, I am tired again. I push through, regardless. This too shall pass, And I can rest with the uncertainty of when. Even as a week passes.
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