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tired, wired, damn that clock
teasing me with a monotonous tick-tock baa, baa, damn them sheep counting them won't help me get to sleep late. great. I'm still awake why can't I sleep, for goodness sake? toss, turn, I try to snooze but this battle I know I'll lose
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