I would love to find comfort in the emptiness of my dreams, but I don't. It hurts that my inability to roam the realm of unreality cripples my mind. I cannot rely on my brain to work or function at all. It's as though I'm losing a part of my intelligence, my wit, and I can't do anything about it. I'm helpless. I'm maddened by the weakness I feel. My head hurts immensely, and no pain killers relief the ache.
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