April 16, 2001 at 6:31 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Tired
I’m so tired. Must be the medicine. Need a hug. From anybody. Talking in fragments… Hah. Must be fading out. Falling into the deep abyss called sleep. Eat your heart out King Henry.
O Sleep! O Sleep. Come to my loathsome bed.
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