It's 2:21 AM.
No, I didn't go to sleep yet.
And I'm actually still quite fresh.
The real deal is going to come in the morning.
So, I don't even want to go to sleep because of that.
Because I'm afraid of how I'll feel when I wake up.
I hate this feeling.
Knowing there's little you can do,
knowing you only did the right thing - worked until exhaustion and still
you get hurt for that.
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