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Night... Again
I used to lay in bed indisposed,
Of sleep and what dreams may come.
For whatever reason my eyes can't seem to stay closed,
Now that I need it most.
As a child sleep was a game,
Something I could always avoid.
It was the only thing I wanted to tame.
But now those restless nights come back,
In the from of thoughts and a full head.
My hope is for a sight of black.
And like any night before,
A loop is playing on a reel.
I don't want to repeat this anymore.
My eyes are so tired.
My patience tried.
