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Sometimes

Sometimes

Some days

It’s hard to say

Anything


Hell,

Some days

It even feels hard

To sit up


Sometimes,

I’ll sit up

From scrolling through my phone for an hour

And just fall back down

In exhaustion

But I still remain

Oddly proud

Of getting up for a second or two

It’s a small win

For a brief moment

And then I go back

To scrolling


Sometimes,

I’ll sit

Staring at my walls

While trying to decide

What it is exactly

That I want to do


And sometimes,

I’ll sit

In contemplation

About what to do

For an hour


And then sometimes,

What I spend an hour deciding to do

Ends up

Being

A complete bust


Sometimes,

I feel the weight

Of having

Too many choices

Combined with

Too much stimulation

Mixed with a constant need to be entertained

And sometimes

It feels

Heavy


That’s why

Just sitting up

Can be

Exhausting


But I only feel this way


Sometimes.


-C.H.

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