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When I'm awake, I often can't stand the thought of sleeping. It's a little like a child who feels that as soon as he falls asleep, he's going to miss that one magical moment that only happens during sleep.
When I'm asleep, I often can't stand the thought of waking. It's a little like there's a whole, other, peaceful world that that makes this world stand still, unimportant.
When I'm sad, and hurt, and worried, I (perhaps selfishly) just want to fall into that world forever.