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B.P.D. I sleep when I cannot think of anything else to do.
I sleep to comfort my weary head with thoughts that drift like
snow from the depths of my innermost thoughts.
I shiver at the thought of another dream.
Another truth revealed.
Another me reborn each time I close my eyes and fall
in subconsciousness.
I try not to hold myself too tight,
for fear I may suffocate my brain waves into thinking I am something.
I am not.
They tell me I am running,
but they do not see all of the running I do in the still quiet night,
where time is my enemy and I thrash the clock
each time I blink.
