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sneek prievew
Pain. A great philosopher once said "Pain defines us, molds us", but that was a lie. Pain debilitates us, makes the mind pull back in almost feral urgency walling itself off in the deepest parts 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 infront of me to quick to get anything but impressions from, flashes of colours or smells.