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I can't focus
or think
or concentrate.
Distractions
are there
where you never
dreamed they're be
and
they're not
letting me out.
The music is
too loud
The silence is
too silent.
I fall out of my chair
when I try to sit up.
Everything is interesting
except
what I need to know.
And that
could be a problem
tomorrow.

Author notes

This is all jumbled but I feel all jumbled.

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