Like an Old Typewriter

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I can’t sleep now.

I’m awake in bed, my eyes are closed and my thoughts are like an old typewriter that is running out of ink.

The type guide is loose, words are fuzzy, they seem to have no order and keep getting in top of each other.

I can’t finish a train of thought. I think I’ll just get up now.

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