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Dude lack of sleep kills. Gravity is like lead on my shoulders. My eyes battling against the wave of tiredness, a battle I feel that I shall never win. I wish to lay my head on my pillow and float away to the land of dreams. A place where nothing is impossible and anything can happen. Unlike reality where society sets standards and impossible goals. Competition between friends and family, fighting to be the best. As I walk during the day I feel as if I am in a swamp, the muddy ground sucking at my feet and trying to keep me down so I collapse and give up hope of being sure-footed again. Yes, so that is how tired I am if anyone really cares.

But what does it matter? For we are just stuff that dreams are made on.