INSOMNIFICIENT
When others snore and call it a night, I'm wide awake—brain taking flight. Snacks in hand, no plan in sight, Scrolling memes till morning light. My eyes glow bright at 3 AM, Ideas hit like, “Whoa! It’s them!” Laundry? No. A snack instead. Sleep? Ha! That ship long since fled. Alarm at eight? Oh, what a joke— I’ll rise like toast... just slightly broke. But night’s my time, my weird delight— I’m chaos wrapped in moonbeam light. 🌝✨
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