We are insomniacs. Though we find ourselves on different journeys and from different places, we are united by our fight against a darkness that aims to make us slaves to sadness. When we feel lost on our own, music gives us permission to scream back. The bittersweet memories remind us that there is always good beneath the evil. And, even though the marks from our nails on walls may not be gone tomorrow, there is still hope . . . Because in this hardcore insomnia, WE ARE NOT ALONE.
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