








Nirvana! wrote:I breathed in and out, sucking in air. I wandered back to the tree I had nailed my fist trought and collapsed under it. I still felt numbness, but fatigue was slipping in too. I fell asleep, right under the tree. Partially drunk, fully insane, some thought I spent my life stoned and drunk. Honestly I spent it fighting or sleeping. I could never get enough of either.
(I have to leave soon.)

























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