Reality comes back, bared teeth, hot breath. Sharp claws resting against my throat.
I freeze up, feel sick. My appetite dissappears and I get tired and apathetic. Crawl up inside, eyes tightly closed. But the monster is real and won't go away.
More invisible clawmarks on my skin. More deep and painful wounds. Unbearable pain. Failure, again. Always.
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