Staring at the clock on my nightstand as it clicks over to 444656 for what feels like the hundredth time. Every glance at it now is a reminder I'm stuck in this monotony, running circles around nothing. My mind's a mess and my brain keeps drifting off on tangents. But the clock always pulls me back, relentless, its numbers creeping closer to midnight, when I'll just lie here awake.

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