Oh my god it's 2:30 am and I need to wake up at six o'clock tomorrow. Or should I say today, considering it's past midnight.

Sleep is a relief, 

a break in a busy life.

So when I cannot sleep,

I can no longer think.

My sister made me a list,

of songs that I can play,

but that did not work.

My mother taught me to relax,

but that did not work either.

So here I lie awake. Alone.

Isolated in the face of insomnia,

my one and only friend/enemy

in these oh so early hours.

The End

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