How I feel.

Intro:
"In my darkness I knew now upon this object of nature, and now upon that, and find it impossible to soothe my restless head, however much I wish it. This perpetual action of mine deprives me almost wholly of sleep."

I haven't slept, sleep being the cousin of death, and as I lay there awake at night there wasn't a breath that exited my body that didn't coincide with the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside. I hope that I can climb my way back to dreamland pretty soon.

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