Am I the only one who finds it impossible to live with myself while I'm sleep-deprived?
No shut-eye, a bleak view. I even resent the smallest sound, of the critters of the birds.
Coming to the beauty of good sleep, after a good night's rest, I go about my business in a cheerful sort of way. Impossible takes the form of the possible. Almost everything becomes downright charming.
No shut-eye, a bleak view. I even resent the smallest sound, of the critters of the birds.
Coming to the beauty of good sleep, after a good night's rest, I go about my business in a cheerful sort of way. Impossible takes the form of the possible. Almost everything becomes downright charming.
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