Poisoned

Poisoned. Indeed.
It is that atrocious state where the world seems to be fading slowly. That feeling that does not feel new and strange anymore. It is the reason why I’ve been going to bed late at night, yet the worries break the lures of sleep I’ve been longing for all day. It is the reason why every day, at exactly 6:15 AM, I slowly rise from my sleep, that kind of sleep with no rest. And throughout the day all I think of is the same worries that annoyed me at night. The mysteries of the future mocking me and my anxiousness to know what’s to come.
If this is not considered poison, then I don’t know what is.

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