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It's 3:00AM and I can't catch a wink.
It's 3:00AM so I begin to drink.

Every drop brings ease to my mind.
So I pour another shot and begin to unwind.

A sinking feeling deep in my core.
My eyes are heavy, dry and sore.

Twisting spine, muscles tight, ******* in knots.
Living this uncomfortably brings on unspeakable thoughts.

Each night it only gets worse.
Each and every night I live with this curse.

I can't keep doing this, tomorrow I must work.
Looks like another day of being an irritable ****.

It's 3:00AM, and I pour another drink.
It's 3:00AM, my thoughts begin to sink.
It's 3:00AM, I can do nothing but think.
It's 3:00AM, so I write it out in ink.
August 13, 2012
Fourteenth
Juneau
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Juneau  33/M/Ontario
(33/M/Ontario)   
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