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Mar 2020
How many times can I not sleep?
It's getting worse everyday,
I'm losing more sleep every week.

My bloodshot eyes worry my mother,
but I can't talk to her
because I'm nothing but a bother.

I don't sleep walk, I day walk.
When I think I'm thinking
people actually hear me talk.

My mind no longer reacts.
Everything's a blur
I have an increase in panic attacks.

I pop a sleep pill
and I try to lay very still.
My alarm clock went off again.
Another sleepless night at the end.
(c) Ryan Kane 2020
Ryan Cripps
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Ryan Cripps  30/M/NY
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