Beepop.

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Masochist.

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Expectations

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Insomnia

Maybe it's the confines of my lone solitude
Suffocating me in my sheets
Or; the empty hollow dreams
Refusing me any chance of peace

Perhaps its my own, fragmented mind
Ridiculing me, that all I am is a waste of space
Or, how I'm not worth the company that I keep
How am I ever to rest in such a place
Where the ravenous demons call my name
Only when I sleep

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