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Sep 2017
tossing and turning
tucking myself in,
over,
and over,
and over again.
i guess i can't cry myself to sleep,
if i can't sleep at all
i guess i can't be late
if i never go to sleep
i guess i can't even
say the words...
the three words...

insomnia

not
enduring
enough
daytime

help
end my
laughing
poetry
i can't sleep
bryn
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