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Insomnia is when the Stars keep you up because they're singing too loud. It's the ****** enigma of the ineptitude to suspend your consciousness. It's Gods gift to everyone but you, displacing them out of the realm of which you fear. It's how you discover that the monsters aren't under your bed, in your closet, or outside your bedroom door. You discover that they float in your bloodstream and sleep in the pit of your throat - and you can always find them in your reflection when you're brushing your teeth.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 10:05 PM UTC
The Insomniacs Relpy
Insomnia is when the Stars keep you up because they're singing too loud. It's the ****** enigma of the ineptitude to suspend your consciousness. It's Gods gift to everyone but you, displacing them out of the realm of which you fear. It's how you discover that the monsters aren't under your bed, in your closet, or outside your bedroom door. You discover that they float in your bloodstream and sleep in the pit of your throat - and you can always find them in your reflection when you're brushing your teeth.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 10:05 PM UTC
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