i haven't seen her since the free-bird accident.
i call it like that, because i don't want to call it as what it is.
the last day i ever talked to insomnia.
i didn't even get to know her. at all.
and maybe if she had let me i could have solved the mystery.
or maybe i wouldn't.
no one knows what could've happened.
we just know what didn't happen.
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insomnia.
Random«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»
