I'm tired all the time.
Not hungry for my meals.
I'm losing friends for stupid reasons,
And I'm not sure on what is real.
I'm sick of all this nonsense,
Too tired for any games.
Yet something deep inside me,
Is routine but not the same.
I think I have a thing,
That some call Writer's Block.
I've tried to lose the title,
But instead I'm losing socks.


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