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I can't sleep any more. Every memory causes my body to physically jolt. Like a nervous twitch.

But, I'm not nervous.

I'm sad.

Reliving every moment over and over again in the exploited tissues of my mind. Poisoning Every strand  of my psyche like a vicious plague trying to wipe out a race of undeserving heart beats. Those poignant memories are not welcome to return in some districts of my mind. Rejected and cast out the same way in which they were once formed.

I want to reach in and rip these demons out of my head.

But my skull encases them like the thick stone walls of a medieval torture chamber.

I can definitely feel them.

But would I be able to touch them anyway?

To wrench them from their clawing grip and sharp nails burrowing into my constant vision.

I look out across the mountains but I can't see the snow, or the wind rustling the leaves of the trees, or he rivers twinkling as it flows free of incarceration, certain of its direction. I can't see any of that anymore, the drape of sorrow in front of my eyes let's no light in.