Chamomile tea and 5 damned capsules of melatonin. Still can't sleep.
Dear Insomnia,
**** you. **** your mother. **** your father. **** where you come from, where you're going, and where you've been. And for good measure, **** you again.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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