Chapter 10 Insomiac

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Raphael looked at his clock. He looked at his laptop with blood shots. His depression meds were failing him. He couldn't sleep. His hands twitch from lack of sleep. He lost track of time. Donatello needed him to sleep. He offered sleeping pills. Raphael already tried those. He was desperate. I swear he's going insane. His clock was useless if he never knew what day it was. He just wanted to sleep. Is that too much to ask.

(Sorry it was short)

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