� insomnia � 2002-09-02 � 6:30 a.m. �
early morning on my day off... and I am up with the sky dawnimg blue. I can't find sleep anywhere in my cyclone of thought or for the burning itch of loss on my soul.
It falls hard on me and I try to hide it behind the face of everyday.
Behind the sweat and grind of making it ok.
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