Why cant I sleep? Why is the time slippin past my eyes every time I blink? I try to find rest but it escapes me on the soft wings of a butterfly. Too soft to hold and to fast to grab. The harder I try the quicker it evades. Sleep is a mystery. I wonder why I can only lye awake staring at my ceilin countin the popcorn. Sleep is a mystery. Constantly evadin my grasp. Oh how I wish sleep would be my friend and not my enemy. Sleep is no longer my friend but a long lost memory. The clock ticks by mockin me, laughin in my face as the numbers stroll by on lazy hands. Sleep is a mystery..
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