Last night, I slept with the door open.

My room has no ventilation.

It’s hard to get comfotable.

I was tossing and turning.

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Though my body grew tired,

My mind was excited.

I couldn’t turn my thoughts off.

I wanted my brain to be quiet.

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My brain does not behave.

It doesn’t rest.

Thoughts and memories flow

Like whitewater rapids.

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When my room is quiet, my thoughts are loud.

It grows louder every night.

They are usually loud enough to keep me awake.

Sometimes I can fall asleep despite the noise.

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I breathe deeply until it all goes dark,

But my mind stays bright.

It finds a way to stay active in my sleep.

My brain keeps moving in my dreams.

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I hate it.

It is my greatest enemy.