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Insomniac's dream
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Madness Sleep is like a heavy blanket,
weighing down, gravity descending.
Memories filter through my mind,
faces I've known,
moments I've spent,
all taken for granted.
Nightmares fighting to claim me,
they're cold hands reaching for me,
no I won't give in!
Forgetting the old, embrace the new,
why hold onto what was never mine?
Drifting into oblivion,
the numbness almost bliss,
the endless days ending in a blaze.
