Getting out of bed.

I spend a lot of time sleeping or just in bed.

Most days getting out of bed or out of my place is hard.

Home is comfy,

there are blankets and pillows,

and no one else.

I often wonder when my life will actually begin.

If things will ever be different.

If I’ll make my parents proud.

Or if they’ll ever understand the struggles of getting out of bed.

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