Nights fly away in the tempest of mist,
Evenings go by and reckless abandonment
Traps my body, dreaming without dreaming, sleeping
Without sleeping, heavy breathes are trapped inside my soul.
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This poem is for every individual who feels and experiences poor sleeping conditions. More than half of the population has inconsisent sleeping patterns, I am one of them, ever since I was 13 years old I have suffered from this.