3:25 AM

I have a paper due in a week. Haven't started on it yet and truthfully
can't seem to get the desire to. Come to think of it haven't had the
desire to do many things. I seem to go thru this endless exercise where
I do so many things that numb out a pain that I can't described and
can't find. The "pain" is there, but where?
Its 3:25 AM, full moon caressing my bedroom walls and I want to sit on
the outside stairs with just the moonlight.
I can't find my black flip flops?!
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