Night Three of Insomnia
My brain is a music box of sorts. But now I wish it had an off switch. I've been trying to sleep but just can't. Whether it's a band I've been listening to lately or a new song I've been working on; it's being composing in my mind.
This may sound crazy but the songs in my head keep me up at night.
Also, why do I find the need to scratch my mosquito bites until they bleed down my leg or until my arm is crimson?
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