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When I’m tired, I don’t wash my face with faucet water. I drink coffee and fall back to sleep. 


Big, blue clouds of forgetfulness overtake me. I fall onto my knees in a ball of shame, guilt, and confusion. Time passes, and my belly grows.


Emotions flair and compound and build into neverending suspense. My heart rate follows, to the beat, a skip here, one there. 

I write and erase and destroy what I thought was a masterpiece. In retrospect, void of clutter and paper, it wasn’t that bad. 


All I desire is sleep. Because today will pass, and perhaps tomorrow I’ll be closer than yesterday. But this hunger returns from its slumber, and I quench my thirst in repetition. The cycle continues. 


Author: Jona

Jonathan is a Health and Wellness Content Writer. Devoting his time to increase exposure to the general public of the importance of living a healthier lifestyle, both inside and out. His primary goal is to enrich the lives of those he's fortunate enough to reach. Jona has more than five years of writing experience with a little over a decade spent on learning the fundamentals of health and wellness.

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