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INSOMNIA

Humming to endless songs at 3am, 
Trying to make meaning out of nothing, 
That's who I am, 
Just too involved in thinking. 
Can't sleep 'cause the thoughts are so engrossing, 
It varies every minute, 
From about a person to maybe assembly drawing, 
Ciphering every detail unusually minute. 
And this ain't just tonight, 
The peace, the silence is addictive, 
Rewind into past choices, 
Contemplate over my prospective. 
The night just goes by, 
Although I planned to sleep, 
Always asking why? 
How do I not weep from fatigue? 
Is it as I thrive to improve or, 
Is it a disorder? 
Do these sleepless nights have an explanation, 
As I enjoy the silence and flow of thoughts, 
Does this have more significance than I realize, 
Or am I just insomniac.

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