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I wake up already tired.
Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes, but the sort that sits behind your eyes and makes the world feel slightly too loud. My heart isn’t racing yet, but it’s poised, like it’s waiting for a cue. In the bathroom mirror I look norma…
Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes, but the sort that sits behind your eyes and makes the world feel slightly too loud. My heart isn’t racing yet, but it’s poised, like it’s waiting for a cue. In the bathroom mirror I look norma…