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Hours lost... But I feel like I've gained I felt nothing... No recollection of the world. No worries. No thoughts. No questions. No demons. Felt like I was dead but... I got a morbid sense of peace, and reassurance. I felt bliss. Unshackled, untethered and unbound in those hours, I felt one with the disconnection from my life. Strange and worrisome... But I long to be caught in those lost hours again.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
Anaesthesia
Hours lost... But I feel like I've gained I felt nothing... No recollection of the world. No worries. No thoughts. No questions. No demons. Felt like I was dead but... I got a morbid sense of peace, and reassurance. I felt bliss. Unshackled, untethered and unbound in those hours, I felt one with the disconnection from my life. Strange and worrisome... But I long to be caught in those lost hours again.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
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