Title: 4:28 AM
Insomnia, insomnia my dear old friend.
Here we are together.
To be frank I'd rather we parted ways.
But I think our bond is forever.
Insomnia, insomnia we meet again.
During those hours where all is dark.
I wish I could say it was good to see you.
But I'm so tired I can't think of anything that rhymes with dark...
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