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Insomia Random thoughts tickling my brain, I'm powerless to neglect them. Swells of electricity firing notions inside my head. I cannot think of nothing. "He said this, she said that." Sleep why are you crouching in the shadows of my mind? The tiny hours of morning are approaching, yet sleeps eludes me. Distorted ramblings forever assualting my senses nourshing my un-sleep. Delusions, confusions, allusions all muddled in the quicksand of my mind. Morning sun pushes against the windowpane, a sliver of light peeks through. Tonight will follow today but insomina, like a thief in the night, will pilfer my peace once more. |
Additional Notes:
The double negative is deliberate
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