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Can’t sleep again.

Can’t stop thinking.

My head hurts.

Maybe it’s a tumour.

Maybe that’s my destiny, to go as I came.

Unwanted, unnoticed.

No.

He lurched up, head lolling over to press itself against the open toilet seat, spewing into it. His throat burnt and his eyes watered as he sat up and pressed his back against the cold wall.

Get up, Edward.

His hands fumbled at the table, grabbing a burnt up newspaper.

' You matter '

You matter. If only you mattered.

I wait for a hint of dawn, to know that I’ve made it through another night. Einstein only took naps.

You’re okay.

Just breathe.