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Sunday, December 16, 2001

It's hell.
This consciousness,
It's cursed.
I'd rather sleep.
I'd rather dream.
I can take control.
I can take flight.
I can kill without reservation.
I can love without fear.
But I'm not asleep.
I remain awake.
It's been like this for days now.
Something wants me to stay awake.
When I do sleep, I don't dream.
No REM, no alpha state.
Just inky blackness.
And that uneasy feeling.
That I'm being watched.
Consciousness....it's overrated.
I just want to sleep.


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