Pens and needles

Pins and needles racing through my head.

The same feelings I had when I put my head the bed.

Can’t think; Can’t breathe; Let alone eat.

I just woke up, and I’m already beat.

Couldn’t meditate with all the racing thoughts

The should’ves, could’ves, can’t now but oughts.

Another month messed up by yours truly.

Try and try, I still stuck in the tar, baby.

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