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Jan 2021
It hits at the worst time.
The days, you need to sleep.
The nights, you can't handle.
Overthinking and wondering,
How did I get here?
What direction do I go?
Knowing you'll never know.
Crying and begging for sleep.
It will come when you don't need it.
Insomnia is one *****
Who just haunts you at your worst.
Written by
Mya Baertlein  20/F/Wisconsin
(20/F/Wisconsin)   
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