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Continual

Laying in a foreign bed, I can't sleep. Thoughts swirl inside my head that I can't quite shake. I find them all hard to control, pacing like a caged animal through them all. One by one they flash behind my eyelids and play like an old movie, each tormenting scene play's in slow motion before moving on to the next. This whole thing on a continual loop. I'm here now unable to open my eyes paralyzed by fear and trapped in the torment that I feel now consumes me from within...

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