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Exhaustion

It ends with a crash. Exhaustion. It’s a wobbly feeling in my feet. When I’m walking, on the sidewalk. Three days ago, I slept. But that notion is far away now. I had so many opportunities to sleep. With a blanket, and bed. And comfort. This feeling of my feet collapsing under me. It feels cold, and spreading. The crowd mutters. The crowd wonders. The crowd makes me a spectacle. My heartbeat. My blood pressure. When did I last sleep? I don’t.

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