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*/~-,,,,,, everything is completely calm and dead ,,,,,,-~/*
/~-,,,,,,, silent. it's dark, and warm, and i ,,,,,,,-~/
~-,,,,,,,, slowly start to piece together my ,,,,,,,,-~
-,,,,,,,,, consciousness and my body. ,,,,,,,,,-
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,,,,,,,,,, then the fear hits me and i feel ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, acutely sick. something is ~wrong~. ,,,,,,,,,,
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#%*/~-,,,, almost hostile. i can feel them squirm, ,,,,-~/*%#
£#%*/~-,,, their internal logic changing and ,,,-~/*%#£
#£#%*/~-,, grinding trenches in my mind. it's like ,,-~/*%#£#
##£#%*/~-, language, sentences i can't hide from, ,-~/*%#£##
#£#%*/~-,, forcefully transcribed in my mind, and ,,-~/*%#£#
£#%*/~-,,, doing damage there. ,,,-~/*%#£
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%*/~-,,,,, then i realize i can't hear anything ,,,,,-~/*%
*/~-,,,,,, because there's something there ,,,,,,-~/*
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~-,,,,,,,, rapid melody, almost caustic in it's ,,,,,,,,-~
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-,,,,,,,,, my surroundings are entirely calm. it's ,,,,,,,,,-
~-,,,,,,,, almost mocking. ,,,,,,,,-~
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*/~-,,,,,, i feel helpless, but i must try to ,,,,,,-~/*
%*/~-,,,,, escape. to crawl on the floor searching ,,,,,-~/*%
#%*/~-,,,, relief, such is my nature. turning the ,,,,-~/*%#
£#%*/~-,,, lights on does nothing... getting ,,,-~/*%#£
#£#%*/~-,, outside does nothing... drinking water ,,-~/*%#£#
##£#%*/~-, does noting... but time does - after ,-~/*%#£##
#£#%*/~-,, thirty seconds i'm normal again, ,,-~/*%#£#
£#%*/~-,,, doubting anything of this happened in ,,,-~/*%#£
#%*/~-,,,, the first place. ,,,,-~/*%#
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%*/~-,,,,, when dreaming? ,,,,,-~/*%
#%*/~-,,,, i imagine a prick on the nose, that's ,,,,-~/*%#
£#%*/~-,,, what these are. like you do with a cat ,,,-~/*%#£
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