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I'm better now. Beat. Shake. Hands shake. You okay? Blink. "I'm fine." (Don't think. It's not a crime to feel like your skin doesn't fit.) To not really want to quit any more. Hands shake. Beat. Blink. Break. Boots quake. Blisters pop inside your brain. You okay? Blink. What? "Sorry. Just not sleeping well." (Going through Hell. Can't tell you that.) I'm fine. Thanks for the sympathy. (Throw me a line.)
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
Withdrawal PT 3
I'm better now. Beat. Shake. Hands shake. You okay? Blink. "I'm fine." (Don't think. It's not a crime to feel like your skin doesn't fit.) To not really want to quit any more. Hands shake. Beat. Blink. Break. Boots quake. Blisters pop inside your brain. You okay? Blink. What? "Sorry. Just not sleeping well." (Going through Hell. Can't tell you that.) I'm fine. Thanks for the sympathy. (Throw me a line.)
To the guy who commented on PT 2: Thanks. You're the reason PT 3 is being posted tonight. I'm still going.
ian-steele
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
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