I have a sickness…

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The sort of illness that keeps me awake well into the wee hours of the morning. How accustomed I’ve become to see the dark blue of the sky turn to a fresh morning, teeming with morning dew and chirping birds. Everyone awakening, while I, barely shut-eye for an hour. I have an ailment that completely encompasses my every thought, no matter how grandiose or minuscule a thought may be. I have a malady that gives me anxiety, the sort you create based on unrealistic happenings and creations.