He moves slowly, stretching out across the bed and letting his eyes fall closed. The darkness is, at least, under control, but he can feel it there, that brush of madness that's lingered for too many years, that he keeps so contained except sometimes on sleepless nights.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2008-06-17 08:36 pm (UTC)