fght ff yr dmns.
i wake up in a cold sweat in an eighty-degree room. my breathing is shallow, and my mouth is drier than the cotton sterile pills that tried to put me to sleep. the covers are nowhere within reach, and i can't stop shaking. the pain between my eyes throbs with each empty heartbeat. somehow, i pull myself to the small sink in my
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