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Last night I watched myself sleep and then I flew away. All I recall is sweet relief to be outside my skin. Besides my flesh I left a trail of haunting memories that every day came up like bile in my throat to choke me. In that brief moment, I could have died a happy man. To sleep forever, never have to see my face again. But my eyes open wide, and my heart sinks as I turn on light and look into the mirror. Nothing’s changed.

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