I refuse to sleep. I said I would not, and so I will not. Instead I cloak myself in memory, in safety. The past cannot cause harm: it is over and permanent. Perhaps it is because I am awake at 3:20 am, but I feel as if I'm in a dream, a dream of the past, a memory of a time when I knew when I woke I could still reach what I wanted most. Perhaps
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