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I’m laying on a couch. It’s dark in this room. It’s dark and i don’t know why I’m here. I’m shaking. I think it’s because of the drugs but then i see a sliding glass door about ten feet away from me. It is open and the autumnal chill is coming in steady streams towards me. I want to get up and close the door but I can’t really move. Something akin to rigor mortis is setting in only it feels more like I’m candle wax that has melted and is now slowly and reluctantly reshaping into a solid. The ...

I sit at my kitchen table and stare, catatonic, out the window at the day that has given itself into night. My body feels like it's vibrating with a fatigue that has culminated over the past decade and amassed itself into one monstrous leach. I have nothing left to give. I don't want to think anymore about the painfully long shift at the bar today but I can't seem to stop myself. Like any other ingestion of toxins, it must be processed before the body (or in this case, the mind) can let it ou...