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To Those Who Kept Me Up Last Night
Sleep deprivation. The noise, I tried evasion. It comes from your play station, my sleep deprivation. I work throughout the day so you can educate. Please let me hibernate at night, and not the day. There was a time long gone, when I'd sleep all night long. So what can be so wrong ‘bout wanting the noise to be gone? There’s dots now in my vision, might be my mind’s derision, might lead to bad decisions, create new family divisions. You think it doesn’t matter, that I’m as mad as a hatter. My mood is in such shatters, and nothing really matters but sleep deprivation! It leads to mind vacation, My death, a strong relation to sleep deprivation.
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