I have reached my wall
Tired, more tired and then some
My bones don’t know whether they are coming or going
My mind can’t process anymore jibberish
Into a ditch I will fall
My face feverishly numb
I am all but a drawing
My qualms havs become cartoonish
I am done
Have hit that wall
Need to just stop
Categories: Culture, gender, mental health, poetry, Psychology, workplace
psychologistmimi 
I’ll remember this the next time I’m too tired.
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Hope you are having a restful weekend
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I understand what you mean. Sometimes I go several days without sleep. Not fun.
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It totally isn’t fun. Have a good restful weekend
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