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Z's

May 17, 2019
By Anonymous

When I come home at night

After a long school day

There’s nothing I’d rather see

Than the place where I lay

When I don’t get enough

The next day is always tough

It is like a contagious disease

Of staying up too late on our screens

Sleep is like a hidden treasure

It’s something that you just can’t measure


The author's comments:

I'm not great at poetry but I wrote this poem because it's the truth.


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