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... endless repitition, circling like sharks round that tiny scrap of sanity that holds on as hard as it can. If, why, how. Eyes stinging. Head aching. Naseau that bears no relation to any namable sickness When you should be deeply entombed in the darkness of night but you are spat out like Jonah on some foreign shore. Nobody knows, everybody understands Trying to force yourself into sleep is no ...

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