I am sleepy.
I cannot sleep.
I have random thoughts strewn in my mind.
You could say I am confused.
You could also call me weird.
You might even say I'm bored.
We all feel.
We all think.
We all fear.
They will never understand.
They may have way back when.
They may hear.
But who really understands US?
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