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Jan 2019
My best friend- or rather, the person to whom i am their best friend,
Only decides to visit me at night.
You see her name's Insomnia.
I know. She's not real,
But tell that to my headaches from not sleeping well
Tell that my general tiredness throughout the day.
Tell that to the sheeps i count each night (that still doesnt put me to sleep)
She feels obligated to visit me after she found out that depression and I are roomates.

Note to self
Insomnia is not just in my head anymore. Its right outside my sleeping door.
Written by
LaNae Storm  20/F/Caribbean
(20/F/Caribbean)   
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