Insomnia Is there even such a thing as sleep? I wouldn't know...my nights consist of looking into the fog that covers my #life. The questions circulate my mind. The music fills my ears. My heart beats rythmitacally to my lungs inhaling and exhaling. My eyes see the past. My nose smells the world falling apart. My lips part just enough to even my breathing. My soul reaches out to comfort my mind and my heart. But my mind refuses to seek comfort; it only wishes to know why I can't win this game called #life...exhaustion only hits me when dawn rises to wake up the world...even then I ask what is sleep?
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