I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to
sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be
aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting
that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why
I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. If this
gets any worse, I might have to go back to the doctor.
It’s getting that bad again.
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“Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games begin!”
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