I lay here. Sleepless.
I sleep. Dreamless.
I dream. Lonely.
I am. Lonely.
I lay awake at night.
Just trying to fall asleep.
I had a long day.
And I am beat.
My eyes are heavy.
Everything's still.
Yet I lay awake here.
Nothing feels real.
It works when,
I write or read.
I lay down.
And try to sleep.
But yet I'm still awake.
And now I count sheep.
I lay here. Sleepless.
I sleep. Dreamless.
I dream. Lonely.
I am. Lonely.
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