I caught myself hyperventilating today because of the lack of rhythm in my head. My mind used to play harp strings. A sort of gentle brushing of chords occupied my head everyday. Now my mind hears mass confusion. It is the sound of an ensemble of instruments being tuned all at once.
There is an intruder visiting me.
There is an intruder visiting me.
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[Edited on Oct 27, 2004 12:22AM]