Insomnia

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Morning

A time for me to sleep,

Pondering over my next host

Who will it be?

I cannot choose who it will be

I'm stuck

In a repetitive eternity

As the sun rises, my sight goes dark

I slip into my merciless dreams

Leaving me

Screaming, crying, dying

Silently

I never wanted this to be my life

Light brings me torment

Darkness brings me torture

Someone help me in this place I dwell

Please

Release me from my personal hell

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