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Another Sleepless Night
Can't put my mind to rest, it's another sleepless night. My eye's are wide open, and it seems a constant fight. I lay here in thought, about my long boring day. Daydreaming of tomarrow, and the bills I must pay. I toss and I turn, trying to find comfort in this bed. Punching my pillows, so I can have a place for my head. After a few minutes, the cycle must again repeat. Then there is an itching sensation, that begins in my feet. After laying here for an hour, and going through this sherade. I get up and go to the refridgerator, for a midnight raid. Now that I have a full stomach, maybe I'll have better luck. But another hour passes, and this is really begining to suck. It's running close to two o'clock, and my eye's have yet to close. Then there is another itch, except this time it's my nose. My eyes begin to get heavy, and I'm hoping I will sleep. And then I hear my alarm clock, beep, beep, beep. By now it's four o'clock, and I still haven't slept a wink. My eyes hurt so much now, they hurt to even blink. I drag myself out of bed, so I can move forward with my day. And hope that I will sleep tonight, or there will be hell to pay.
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