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Feb 13
Sleep won't come.
The gates of my dreamland remain firmly locked.
The hands of time turn slowly,
inching away in agony.
Why?
Is my life to be one sleepless night after another,
one broken dream after the next?
Why does my head feel so utterly blank?
Why am
                I
                 so utterly
                                  blank?
Lorrin
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Lorrin  21/F
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       Fawn, Matt, juneau and Gabriele
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