it's almost two am and i have to be up in six hours and forty five minutes. i can't sleep. i can't relax. i can't move. i feel pinned to this bed, afraid to wander the halls in fear i'll be seen, spoken to, noticed. my thumbs are throbbing; i've picked them bright red. my muscles are tense. it's like there's some evil prescence. my life feels odd;
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