This is how I feel.
Rut
Every day seems like the same as the last.
Wake up late,
Stay up late,
Sleep for as long as I want...
I feel thrown off by the cycle of the rut.
There's more dark than light
In the hours I'm up,
And the same events seem to occur every day.
I don't know how to get out of this,
But until then,
I guess I'll just have to accept it.
"Rut," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, June 2nd, 2011
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