Insomnia

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Each and every night,
It is still the same,
We lay awake at night,
Hoping for something,
Never to come

We dream with our eyes open,
We dream of rest,
We dream of peace,
But all that is is hope

What can hope bring me now?

It's all a game,
It's all a trick,
Am I a fool,
Or do I pick

I see things changing,
I wish them to stay,
We fall behind,
But never asleep

We hope only for one thing,
But it's always out of reach,
What did I do wrong?,
Why do I deserve this?

I sit and suffer,
While others just dream,
We wish for sleep,
But that will never come

Will it?

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