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insomniaI had no friends. I had no friends while I slept at least, yet was never alone when my eyes ran a wicked dry red. My friends, I stumbled. “Cruel, How very cruel you all are. You never let me a wink of sleep!” They simply laughed.insomnia
My head, my head filled with their thoughts, not of my own….where had mine gone? What had happened to my voice, because of them I no longer had a place for my voice. What did I even sound like? My throat was straining, trying to roar over the deafening crowd of friends. Eyes felt soft, black and bruised for weeks. How could I win? My body craved the chatter, c
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