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i've been hit with a bad case of transient insomnia.
i'm too unhappy, or too apathetic. i know those are two totally different things.

i remember now that i used to be a writer, and i was inspired by the smell of her skin, and the sound of footsteps, crunching away in the black snow on the side of a dirty road.

have you ever listened to the sound of rain hitting an umbrella? i can't get that sound out of my head.


i guess i could say now that when a heart has been broken it can never completely heal,
but



the truth is, i just don't like to sleep alone.