sleep paralysis

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Mr. Sandman, why can’t I sleep? I try so hard and still need relief While every night, I lay there in waiting But instead, my thoughts are introspective wailing. For you see sir, all that I see
There it is again That tingling feeling again Its a quarter to three am    I go numb again  Can't move again  Lost feeling in my hands    I'm alone again 
Looking at the floor it begins to melt together.
the lonely room where you lay with nothing around you and nothing to say nothing but a small beautious flower that peirces the night like a cold shower but night compares not to the flower
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