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It hits at the worst time. The days, you need to sleep. The nights, you can't handle. Overthinking and wondering, How did I get here? What direction do I go? Knowing you'll never know. Crying and begging for sleep. It will come when you don't need it. Insomnia is one ***** Who just haunts you at your worst.
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 2:02 AM UTC
insomnia
It hits at the worst time. The days, you need to sleep. The nights, you can't handle. Overthinking and wondering, How did I get here? What direction do I go? Knowing you'll never know. Crying and begging for sleep. It will come when you don't need it. Insomnia is one ***** Who just haunts you at your worst.
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20/F/Wisconsin
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 2:02 AM UTC
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