ENVIADO POR: LUCIENNE ALVES. INSOMNIA. He came from the streets. He's struggling to forget. But now he just can't sleep. Rolling in his bed. He's searching for the truth. Feel lost without a clue. Wasted in his room. He's always been refused. His shadow in his past. The weight on his back. He saw too much too fast. Children smoking crack. So damm hard to sleep. He never felt so sad. He knows that no one cares. Now it's too fucking late. He wrote his own fate