it hurts, you know. that sensation reeling through the inner recesses, a writhing discomfort. the only hope for relief - an insanely obtuse nonchalance of popping the pills to emancipation. four hundred milligrams going six hundred but to no avail. consuming the cold fat didn't help either. uggh! it lingers like hell.
if only, i can sleep this off. tis the time i welcome a narcolepsy slide, counting sheep till i lose track. but this big bad wolf is a waking nightmare. if i can't kill you now, i'll hunt you in my slumber.
i loathe you, you're worse than the boogeyman.
i curse you, like the serpent of eden.
like acid to water, like rain on fire,
woe be gone!
tomorrow i shall see my dentist.
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