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Sleep

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My death will not be one of glory. I'm too tired to put in the effort. Nor will it be a death for someone. I'm too tired to care.

I don't want to care anymore. My care is pain to me. The more I care, the more it hurts, and the less I can relate. The more I try to make things right, the more the chaos is apparent. My work is undone, and my care worthless.

Chaos hurts, and I am just a small being in the tide of entropy. My efforts are lost in the waves.

I don't want to care. I'm too tired. I'm weary of this and I've forgotten why things matter. I love and I feel like everyone else, and I don't know why it hurts so much. Why should I be this way if I'm punished for it?

I want to sleep. I want to lay down and sleep and forget. I don't want to have to care. It will be quiet. It will be peaceful. I want to sleep forever, where I can finally rest. I'm so tired, and I fall again and again. Each time it gets harder to rise up and march on. My body is heavy, my head is full.

I'm tired.

I want to sleep, now. Please, please, let me sleep.
Sometimes I get tired. 
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