Midnight
She lies awake, her mind to busy for her consciousness to drift away.
Every night.
Never sleeps.
Hours tick by like seconds.
The sun's rising
She still can't keep her eyes closed
It's midnight
And all she can think about
Is how sweet it would be
To sleep forever
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