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Insomnia


Go to bed at nine on the dot, just to lie awake for five hours. Awake. Tired, but awake. Going through the what-ifs. The mistakes. The bad memories. Everthing that delivers shame makes a visit whilst you attempt sleep. Desperately want sleep. So tired. You finally fall into slumber just to awake periodically throuhout the night. The only dreams dreamt are surely nightmares. Sleep is necessary for survival, yet sleep is poison. You're better off not trying to sleep.
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