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MHA Poem 10: Hypersomnia

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HYPERSOMNIA

No amount of sleep in the world could cure the tiredness I feel. -Unknown

Waking up

feels

like

dying

in slow motion.

That doesn’t make sense, does it?

But I’m so tired all the time –

Can this really be living?

When I’ve trudged through the days, and the weeks –

The months, and the years –

I’ve slept through some nights, through some days,

but it never resets my brain.

Falling asleep

is

more like

going from

one

hell

to the next.

I just want to sleep – properly!

Just once!

I just want to fall asleep like everyone else.

I just want to wake up like everyone else.

Is that possible?

Can

I

just

rest?

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