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Being tired to the point I'm numb. I’m unable to feel or move my limbs towards any purpose. So tired and knowing all the while I've done this to myself again.
I'm panicked to my core, because the possible seems impossible.
All I can focus on knows the night will visit me soon. My mind is like a wet log desperately trying to be kindled. I’m just hoping to find the oxygen to spread the heat and start a flame.
Maybe tomorrow I'll find my body again and be able to move through the next day