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On my back, the ceilings cracks,

Taunting me with their numbers.

And even on my side, I still can’t find

Comfort under the covers.

Every creek and faucet leak,

Leaving me wide awake;

I just want to dream, so kill me please,

'Cause this is more than I can take!

My eyes are red in this sleepless bed,

As the dawn invites the sun,

It’s rest I chase at my zombie pace,

In a race that night has always won.

*yawn*