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taken off the medication, I can feel my body aching for the soothing drug. I had hoped that weening off it would help. My mind actually hurts from my forceful lack of relief. A habitual act of waking up to the comforting familiar words sent from thousands a miles away somehow, was enough. Enough to keep all the hurt at bay. Everything runs rampant on their own time. I find myself struck by the pain at odd times of the day. I'll have to duck behind a wall to come to grasp, searing from a recent strike memories.