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Chapter 37 - A Friend Is The Best Remedy
Words. Meaningless words. I catch some every now and then, but then ... Nothing. I'm in an unusual sort of state, where I don't feel awake or alive for that matter, but I am also not asleep. Or dead. It's what I imagine torture must feel like. Your mind being inside your body, but at the same time escaping it for a blissful moment without pain. I just want someone to knock me out cold, so I wouldn't even be able to think. I can hear voices around me every now and then. Catching snippets of conversations, but nothing, that could help me figure out, what is going on with me. My head hurts, but doesn't. It's odd. I just want to be able to move or open my eyes at least. Escape this terrible darkness, that is surrounding me. It feels like I'm fighting something. Something, that wants to
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