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Pain. A wise man once said "Pain defines us, molds us", but that was a lie. Pain debilitates us, can kill us, makes the mind pull back in almost feral urgency walling itself off in the deepest parts of the sbconcious to protect itself from insanity.
I dont know how long I lay there, writhing in my on personal pain filled hell. Days, weeks, months, time had no place here. Pain ruled me, turned my mind savage as it battered away inside its self imposed prison.
Unconciousness returns, my mind drifts for awhile, flashes of memory passing in front of me to quick to get anything but impressions from, flashes of colours or smells.
Why dont I remember? The thought bounces around inside my head, begging to be answered but no answer is forthcoming. My mind drifts again before my conciousness slowly raises back from the dark pit of insanity, things seem clearer, the pain fainter. A memory surfaces flowing out of the blackness, my mind snapping at it drawing it close.
I remember walking home from work, its late and its raining, I heard something coming closer and remember thinking to myself that someone would be getting hell in the morning for their noisy car. The air around me compresses and I realise something large and ominous is hovering above me...then nothing. My mind flees screaming back into its sanctuary and time passes.
and another one you dont need to know about
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