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the night I lost my mind my ears were wet and cold and the room quiet from my swallowed cries. I chased the tick of the clock tock in the stark silence. The ceiling opened up. It was bright and they slipped apart, almost happily. Feels free. Feels easy, all I have to do is to repeat the same things over and over. Over and over, over and over, over and over. It is good and safe because nothing will go wrong. I don’t know myself any more but at least nothing will go wrong.