They ask me, "Did you sleep well?" And I say yes, Because I did, I closed my eyes, I rested, I woke up. But it's not rest that I'm missing. It's something deeper, something sleep can't touch. I'm tired in a way that eight hours can't fix. My body wakes up, but my soul stays heavy. Every morning teels like wading through fog, pretending I'm recharged when I'm just running on empty. I smile, I work, I talk like I'm fine, but inside, it's just noise and weight. People think I need more sleep. I don't. I need peace. I need to stop fighting myself just to make it through another day.
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