I Got It
Got run over by not sleeping.
Got somewhere, as close as poison in food when you chomp into it.
Got a night shaken from me.
Got blankets grumbling as much as my breath does nothing.
Got sick of the fan tossing on and on.
When anxiety.
Does flip flopping.
It’s like brushing my teeth with gravel.
Got slapped by a clogged drain in myself.
Got it, I suppose…
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