Insomnia
Each night is the same;like an old carbon copy. Nothing,I mean nothing,has helped
in years. I stay so exhausted,at times I break down in tears. While my mind is
constantly racing,my body is worn and weary. Every night I think to myself,"Maybe
slumber will come my way;that's a joke!" I just shake my head in disgust. After
all,sleep is a must! While I detest this dreaded insomnia;oddly enough,I love the
night. The peace and quiet often comfort me. This has been my world for some time
now.I must say,as much as I hate not sleeping,I create better. Right now,you're
reading my so called letter! Think I'll go outside and listen to my wind chime.
Someday,I'll get much needed rest. All in due time...Until then I can only dream;view
the the sunbeam...
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