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Every night I wait, 

I am hungry and empty,

Twist, turn, wait

in vain - I can't sleep. 

Hours drag and drag,

the longest days and nights.

So I drink and drink

in the hopes of some respite.

This is my heaven and it feels good.

Not sure if I'm awake or asleep

I forget you and it feels so good.

Not sure if it's a dream.

I awake from my drunken reverie,

I can't stand the way it feels.

The scary, shrill reality.

So tired but can't sleep.