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When it’s late at night and I can’t sleep, the panic comes and settles into my stomach. All the things that have gone wrong, all the ways I have failed, swirl around my mind and I can’t turn it off, I just want to sleep and these thoughts keep racing…
I think of all that I’ve lost and I wonder if it’s worth it. Existentialism at its best, at 1:28 in the morning and I’m counting the number of hours I’ll get if I go to sleep now…now…

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