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Insomnia

AWAKE!ITS 1:35 A.M AND I CANNOT SLEEP.I FEEL LIKE IVE BEEEN AWAKE FOR 33 YEARS.
YEARS OF ABUSING DRUGS SURE PLAGUED MY MIND AND KILLED MY INTERIOR LIGHT THAT 
AT ONE POINT SHUT OFF.NOW IM ON NOCTURNAL OVERLOAD AND MY BODY AND MIND ARE 
TOTALLY DISCONNECTED ONE WANTS TO SLEEP THE OTHER WANTS TO GO.WHERE?
ANYWHERE BUT HERE.I'LL SLEEP WHEN IM DEAD BUT THATS IF MY HEAD DONT EXPLODE 
FROM TERMINAL SLEEP DEPRIVATION.WALKING NIGHTMARES,SLEEPING WHILE AWAKE,
VISIONS OF SLEEPY PEOPLE HAUNT MY MIND.MR.DREAM MAKER HAS LEFT THE OFFICE.
COLD SWET KEEPS ME WARM IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE NIGHT KNOWING I HAVE TO FIGHT 
ONE MORE TIME TO GET THROUGH THE NIGHT.PATIENCE BECOMES MY NEW BEST FRIEND 
COUNTING SHEEP LISTENING TO THE CLOCK TICK. I PICK MY BRAIN GOING INSANE WORRYING 
ABOUT WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.AS NIGHT UNFOLDS I DREDGE THE THOUGHT OF HAVING TO 
REPEAT THIS ALL AGAIN.I FEAR THE UNKNOWN AND MEN IN BLACK,WITHOUT ENOUGH SLEEP I 
GET MORE LUCID BY THE DAY.BUT HEY ITS BEEM THIRTY THREE YEARS AND IM STILL 
HERE.THE CLOWNS UNDER MY BED THE MONSTER IN MY CLOSET THEY ALL FRICKING SLEEP.
IN THOSE TWENTY MINUTES I FEEL RELIEF FLOWING BUT ITS COMING FROM SOMEWHERE 
ELSE.DAMN IM STILL AWAKE SLEEP YOU CAN FAKE BUT FOR GOODNESS SAKE IM BECOMING 
BURNT CAKE.MY MIND IS FRIED AND BODY IS OLD THE ONLY THING RESTING IS MY 
SOUL.THEY SAY WE NEED EIGHT HOURS OF REST,BUT EIGHT HOURS TO ME IS ALL I HAVE 
LEFT.PURPLE DOTS FLOAT AROUND VOICES IN MY EAR BODY GETTING COLD DAMNIT 
BRAIN "DO AS YOUR TOLD".I SPLASH WATER ON MY FACE AT FIVE FORTY FIVE JUST TO 
REASSURE ME IM ALIVE.THE DAY CARRIES ON AND TIME COMES AND GOES NO ONE KNOWS 
THE PAIN I ENSTOW.MY BIRTHDAY IS IN SIX MONTHS THATS SIX MORE MONTHS WITOUT 
SLEEP BUT THE STATE OF INSOMNIA IS GETTING REALLY DEEP.DREAM ON.

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