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i guess that makes you even more like those spots. sitting under a tree, my entire body in pain, unable to feel any hope to make it home without rest. and so i think, i realise, i wonder, i accept

i am only what i am, and that is the need to sleep. to rest. i cant handle much more. i see beauty and i see pain. I can engage with neither, i can only sleep.

Never Meant - American Football