She felt the coldness starting to come in,
Another beautiful night filled with sin.
Whatever was haunting her, is at it again.
Whatever ended, is starting to begin.
She is at a loss for sleep,
Her tired eyes, begins to weep.
She will fight it for the rest of her life.
Along with sorrow, comes the strife.
Her boldness is starting to wear thin,
She will never let this monster win.
If she doesn't sleep, it can't hurt her or anyone else.
She realized that this is what her life is about.
Survival is her quest .
She will fight at her best.
Staying awake at all times is her test.
She can't sleep, but she can rest.
Survival is her quest.
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