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Oct 2015
Its a slow process extracting your consciousness from the grasp of the night
where dreaming still clings on with its waning strength, but still strong enough to hold you down in your bed.
And an in between world of sleep and awake vying for life, quite naturally, follows you around all day.
Written by
nivek
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