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Insomniac

Night upon night with no slumber and I'm running on fumes, all I can feel right now is impending doom. So tempted to overdose on my medication just to reach a state of rest, no job, income or support, add to my stress. I can't function and do the things I enjoy in life, nothing but tossing and turning while I lay down in strife. I'm an insomniac who's manic, at any moment I feel I'm in a panic. Somebody put me out of my misery with this hell I live, sleep and dreams are not in my mind to give. Like a mind in overdrive I waste away, my volatility at this point is making me afraid.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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