The Malcontent of Sleep Depravation, Himself

None to much of a woke person but dearly said, in agony. Myself, a malcontent and self appointed sleep deprivation for self reasons.
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I do not, like dreaming. It never really let's me indulge. Not that I don't mind that, saying that clearly so that my brain doesn't stop doing that.
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