Insomnia
Tossing,
Turning,
Can’t seem to get comfy.
Stirring,
Waking,
Why can’t I sleep peacefully?
Tossing,
Turning,
Impossible to rest it seems.
Resting,
Sleeping,
Please don’t interrupt my dreams
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Tossing,
Turning,
Can’t seem to get comfy.
Stirring,
Waking,
Why can’t I sleep peacefully?
Tossing,
Turning,
Impossible to rest it seems.
Resting,
Sleeping,
Please don’t interrupt my dreams
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