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I can feel myself drifting. Drifting away. Farther every day.
The numbness is overtaking me.
This is what I wanted. Right?
I find myself asking over and over...what's the point?
It doesn't matter.
The demons are taunting me. Opening the spaces that should remain closed.
They refuse to be shut away. They are screaming to be dealt with.
But...what's the point?
Cold.
Have to compartmentalize. How?
They need me.
All I want is to sleep.
Paralysis in sleep.
No feeling.
Numb.
The numbness is overtaking me.
This is what I wanted. Right?
I find myself asking over and over...what's the point?
It doesn't matter.
The demons are taunting me. Opening the spaces that should remain closed.
They refuse to be shut away. They are screaming to be dealt with.
But...what's the point?
Cold.
Have to compartmentalize. How?
They need me.
All I want is to sleep.
Paralysis in sleep.
No feeling.
Numb.