
Was closer to three hours last night.
I've always been short on sleep. But it got really bad after the car wreck in Atlanta. Crazy chick side swiped me. And my neck has never been the same. Sleep suddenly became even more rare.
Now, reading for hours barely makes a dent.
I workout for hours. It doesn't matter.
Do yard work until I'm drenched in sweat. Can barely lift my arms. But even that fails to make a difference.
I don't want medication. I know it will work. And I know I'll get addicted.
I just want true, natural sleep.
Not this perpetual unrest.
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