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Read Poetry: INSOMNIAC’S LULLABY, by Ruthie B.

I’m feeling nervous I’m feeling strange My mind just wants to keep repeating These things over again I’m in a time warp With my own brain No longer wonder what it feels like To be going insane Sleep Sleep Sleep … Continue reading

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