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Tomorrow I will begin
where I leave off thisevening: asleep
but moving about like a marionette that
had strings tangled into knots by a drunken puppeteer. Beyond caring, beyond hope, they still attempted to lift their hands.
However, the gravit kept pulling their hands down.
--Pushing their feet back to the ground.
