ₛ ₗ ₑ ₑ ₚ ₛ ₐ ᵣ ₘ ₛ .
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Sleep hates me.

I just wish sleep would sweep me up into it's cradling arms and put me to sleep

But no, I eventually get tired out of chasing after sleep in it's tracks

That eventually I get exhausted

And sleep.

But no, not in sleep's arms.
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*(Is tired and knows this poem is a mess.)*