Sleep deprivation is never sweet.
It makes me eat when I'd rather retreat.
Without good rest I always feel weak.
My organs ache and my life looks bleak.
Mindlessly I struggle to survive.
Something is giving me an unwanted drive.
Time goes on and I feel no better.
My taste buds are getting even wetter.
Food is never what they crave.
Sleep they demand and then they'll behave.
Too much to do with too little time.
That is the cause of my sleepless mime.
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