Awake in the darkness.
The glare of the phone screen
Burns shadows into the backs of my eyes.
Burning, hot, through my palms,
Exhaustion burns my entire body.
The hum of the AC cuts
Into the hum of my overflowing mind.
Random bursts of unrelated sounds
As my fingers scroll, possessed,
My eyes glued, my touch automatic.
Hearing everything while hearing nothing.
The clock ticks on,
I cannot stop.
Metallic taste of the loss of hope,
Or is it the loss of control?
Scents of confusion.
Deep breaths.
Eventually, I sleep.
I can I know 
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