Just when I think it can't get any worse, it doesn't.
I pull. I kick. I scrape at my skin. And you eventually fall off and I notice very suddenly that you are no longer there.
I can eat again. I can enjoy everything again. I can sleep. Oh, how I slept.
I am me again. You don't own me. You can't keep me in your grasp. I have escaped you. Until we meet again.
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