Disassociate

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I let the words float off the screen,
My thumbs going numb,
Disassociating,
Eyes trailing to other parts of the room.

What was I writing about again?
Something I perhaps haven't
Written about yet?
Or maybe it's the same.
Shit I always do.
Over and over.

But the words.
The words are floating off the screen.
My index bears the mark of the silent
Button.
My thumbs are numb from typing,
My body is freezing,
My stomach is rumbling ,
And I really,
Really,
Really,
I really
Do not want to wake up
In the morning.

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