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The time is 2:30 am.
I've walked around my house twice and checked outside for snow countless of times. I can't tell if it's the knowing I may have to go to work tomorrow or the harrowing idea that I'll have to wake up at some point.
Ever since I moved out I've had trouble getting to sleep. Millions of thoughts and mental rabbit holes pass through my conscious.
"What if I just left town and never spoke again?"
"Cut your hair"
"Your face is fucking uneven"
"Try jumping up and down?"
"You can't sleep"
It's as if as soon as I lay my head down, I can feel each individual hair slowly growing from my head.
Can't wait to wake up tomorrow.
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