Yawn
Snuggle
feel no struggle
hug the pillow
feel so mellow
the bed sheet's yellow
tired
sleepy
exhausted you may
but you can't sleep
insomnia, you can say
pills
alcohol
sex
and more
tired, but you'll never be done of your chores
you feel weak
you eyes close
you want to sleep
but you can't
Why?
don't ask why
you know why
Sarah's gone
that's why.
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