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August 27, 2011
The ringing has started again. Even though I know the sound only exists inside my head, it sounds as if it's coming from just behind me. It pulls at my eardrum like little hands--skeletal and dark--and I can almost hear the tiny voices begging for attention. I resist the urge to look around, to find the source of the sound.

Nothing good ever happens when the ringing starts. Nothing.

I know what I'll see if I look. I know that if I look, I will lose my tenuous grip on reality. I will not look. I will not.