Nights and days blend together in one sleepless homogeneity.
I can't tell the border between sleep and waking anymore.
This is what it wants.
It wants me to dream.
In my dreams in the little hours of sleep I get, I hear one word whispered over and over again. And yet I can't ever remember it when I wake.
A word that, to me, sounds like fear.
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