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Sep 2019
Started by teasing me waking me up three times a night to tell me how imperfect i am,to tell me that even sleep could not stand having me for so long without a break.

Drink hot water,hot milk your stressed they said but deep down i knew it was the demon of my imperfections waking up and tormenting me.

instead of praying before i go to sleep i prayed before i stayed awake.
My Insomnia,now my closet friend by default.

Am taking peels to sleep,praying that they do not damage my brain but hoping that this demon only remains mine and suddenly i cant breath but am awake i now know the difference betwwen being alive and being awake.

So i have learnt to love this my Insomnia with the hope that the pills it brings as gifts do not damage my brain more than they have  damaged my body,This MY INSOMNIA
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Racheal
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