Repeat.

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Sleep.
Wake up.
Cry at the ridiculous unfairness that I always wake up.
Even when I don’t want to.
I haven’t wanted to for weeks now.
Death, now, please.
Drag myself out of bed.
Get dressed.
Go to work.
Fake it.
Come home.
Stop faking it.
Fall apart.
Sleep.
Repeat.

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