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When I was a kid I would lay in bed for hours before I would fall asleep. I agree with the others that say the only way sleep comes about is when exhaustion is at hand or drunk. If I'm not ready to sleep I don't bother trying anymore. I know that I will just lay there with my head spinning and buzzing about my world. It sucks, but I've learned to live with my insomnia.
My insomina is part of me, part of who I am. I'm ok with that. (that was meant to be corny, but true none the less)
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