These days are long but the hours are short.
I find myself trying to keep busy until I'll be able to do nothing.
Sleep doesn't come easily when I need it.
But it comes accidentally when it's most detrimental.
I'm deeply passionate about things, which gives me the illusion of happiness.
Perhaps that's enough.
I can't help but wonder when I'll reach my capacity.
Someday I will give up. It always happens.
I'll wait patiently. But I find I just don't have the time.
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