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Category: Writing and Poetry
Thinking about the traffic and confusion will only keep you up later, and thinking about not thinking the same, face down in a pillow I think about my lack of production today, same for the last couple days, I feel I’m burnt out, moving a week at a time I hope this will change soon, I consider a year as being one giant wheel which rotates on a roll tearing down trees and buildings, you see it roll by every full rotation around your birthday, or whatever annual date you wait for(christmas.for.me) as if the previous visit was yesterday, once in a while this scares me, although lately I wish for the giants in the sky to lower a foot and strike it ahead three weeks, for the candle is no longer lit, and there’s wax all over my lap. 
5:55 AM
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