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02/11/2013

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Blood Dragon

It has been my experience that it's not the "crises", not the busy times when you could clone yourself six times and keep them all running full steam, not chaos, not the frenzy...

It's the quiet times when things hit you.
The simple moments, of reaching out for someone who isn't there. Of seeing or reading something and thinking that you need to show...oh...right. Not there.
The quiet times lurk. And they are vicious.

ytrozs

My body is trying to sleep all the time again. It's hard to fight it. A few minutes of oblivion, here and there . . .

Sadly, it doesn't really do much to help, so I'm trying not to just sleep all the time.

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