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September 27, 2009
I can't remember. I can't remember. I can't remember that feeling, that overwhelming gnawing sensation of someone, something, someone's something eating me from inside, and not like that- get your mind out of the gutter. I rub my thumb, it's hot and swollen and cracked. Not twiddling, mind you, rubbing and it hurts and oh dear why. I want to go to bed, but no, no, no. The sleep will not come, the sleep will never come, not so long as I can't remember. I can't remember what you look like. And I used to see your face. Everywhere, everywhere.