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Important note: This story contains themes of depression, substance abuse, and self harm. Please read with caution. My eyes never close. I do not feel tired. The lull of sleep does not rest behind my eyes, the drowsiness that was heavy as barbells absent from my head. I remember the feeling of being tired all too well. I remember it as an all-consuming entity that plagued my mind, my body its host. Fatigue and wariness seeped into every pore in my dull skin, every nook and cranny of my human body. I could not lift m...
Grandma hums to herself as she stirs in the egg she finished beating to her dry ingredients. Her apron, the one dad and I got her many Christmases ago, is dirty with flour dust and batter splotches, and the faint lettering that once read No Bitchin' In the Kitchen now says something like N itch ' I he Ki hen. The smell of fresh chocolate chip cookies hangs in the air and the setting summer sun casts a nostalgic glow against the oak cabinets. I smile to myself as I live through what I know will soon be a fond memory in my heart. My best memor...
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