Sleepy but not tired.
When the days expired.
Why am I still awake?
While everyone's dreaming, why am I living just for misery's sake?
How do I stop coping and start living before it gets to be too late?
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sapriculous
PoetrySappy + Ridiculous = Sapriculous. This is sapriculous, adorkable, sometimes sad, nerdy, poetry.
