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There is restlessness in my body. It courses through my veins and simmers just beneath my skin. It feels as if the synapse which are responsible for the distribution of interest and conviction have been scorched by previous flames. I can feel the spark, can smell the emission. Yes, restless I remain
I can easily block certain experiences out of my mind so that they do not appear in my memory but my skin still tingles when he’s mentioned
(Source: dehumanizations)
