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It's midnight and I can't stop thinking about it. Toss left turn right flip the pillow just one more time. It's One in the morning, throw your leg across a pillow and leave it hanging for a slight breeze cough once and a small sneeze. And I still can't find sleep. It's now Two and I can't help but try to run simulations in my head on how not to die. It's a game it's all it is I think I found it a way to... nevermind. It's Fifteen past Three I wake with a jolt something about bugs or something just as distressing but once again its my sleep that I'm missing. Four in the morning I've but an hour left for any chance of decent rest I toss here and turn there **** it all it's already Five. Some how I find it a bit of reprieve from my torture but I wake to my alarm it's Half past Six time for work. And I'm still missing her. What have I done...
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
Restless
It's midnight and I can't stop thinking about it. Toss left turn right flip the pillow just one more time. It's One in the morning, throw your leg across a pillow and leave it hanging for a slight breeze cough once and a small sneeze. And I still can't find sleep. It's now Two and I can't help but try to run simulations in my head on how not to die. It's a game it's all it is I think I found it a way to... nevermind. It's Fifteen past Three I wake with a jolt something about bugs or something just as distressing but once again its my sleep that I'm missing. Four in the morning I've but an hour left for any chance of decent rest I toss here and turn there **** it all it's already Five. Some how I find it a bit of reprieve from my torture but I wake to my alarm it's Half past Six time for work. And I'm still missing her. What have I done...
Wandering_Nomad
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
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