what do insomniacs dream about?
ever been so tired that you feel like you've overdosed? or that you're about to collapse with each breath you take?
With each cigarette I can almost taste the caffeine.
Death sticks he called them.
Somewhere in between dying and getting a daily fix.
Around an hour or two of sleep and a deep draught of redbull. That's how I'm going to have to start my mornings. I am the sleepless, the frozen sleepless.
I wish I could lay my head down and walk the dreams again. I miss them dearly.
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