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everything simply, feels so forced - sleep is a farce, as I wake up (confused, as if i drifted somewhere else, and dreams, shockingly life like) and wonder about the next day, exhausted inside and out. my stomach aches and twists itself into knots; it hurts to think about you; i fall back exasperated. my head is foggy; like those days crossing the river, gulping in air shutting my eyes tightly and clamping hands over ears, not wanting it to slip in, but its in...it is in.