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Strange

I feel strange.

Half light-hearted, half heavy-handed.

You know when you get a song stuck in your head

and you can't get it out?

I hate that.

That's sort of what this feels like.

 

I feel better.

Less panicked, more confused.

But a good confused.

You know that feeling of warm water

running down your back

when washing your hair?

I love that.

That's sort of what this feels like.

 

I feel great.

And nothing.

This is just what I needed.

A warm bath and a quick nap.

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