Play It Again, Sam...
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No. It hasn't gone away. If anything, it's gotten stranger... and I am once again unmedicated. The world goes 'round and 'round... darker and colder with each rotation, the moon dusted with soot and the stars escaped to some better place.
...does it matter what time it is? I can't tell any more. Gods, I hate this.
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