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Jan 2015
I stopped sleeping
a long time ago.
Rest is restless,
Dreams are nightmares.

When I bolt awake
in the middle of night,
Not a soul is there to
comfort my screaming mind.

I'm tired of this.
Tired of staying awake,
Tired of fearing sleep,
I've tired of this life.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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