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Jan 2014
It been days
Since I've slipped into blissful sleep.
I'm running on fumes
Of nothing but caffeine.
My bed mocks me
And my pillows call my name.
The only relief I have,
Is a cigarette or two
At 3 a.m.
My hands shake
And so do my legs
As I tell everyone I'm okay.
"You need sleep"
They urge.
But this is the life
Of an insomniac.
MKF
Written by
MKF  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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