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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