Waking up is so difficult
What a strange life this is
That my body wishes to just keep sleeping, and insists waking is exhausting
Painful
Caffeine is the medicine I take in the morning to wake me up to the point of
Whatever my body allows today
Marijuana is the medicine I take to ease the pain
Again and again
What would it be like in a world where I didn’t need these things to feel alive
Or, I should say, awake?
If only if only I knew.
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