Tired. Another night, and I feel utterly exhausted, yet I can't sleep.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
ℑ𝔫 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔲𝔪 𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔢 𝔢𝔠𝔠𝔢 𝔢𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔯 𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔦
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