I dont want to be her Every day at dawn, I hold a funeral

sometimes I feel like I'm in some type of toxic relationship with sleep. I can never seem to get enough. I know I'm not alone. At times like this, my thoughts often seem like evergrowing bindweeds. so...

In a debate as heated as the sun outside my mom and I argued, the topic eludes me.

If he has ever left, this one is for you