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March 22, 2004
Some nights exhaustion forces itself on me so forcefully that it hurts – the downward drag of eyelids, the painfully weighted limbs, the promise that if only my eyes could close -- oh if only for a moment -- then everything would be alright, the pain would end. They begin closing of their own volition; quickly at first, simply a rapid blink, then more often and for longer amounts of time. The promises are true – every time my eyes close it's the single most pleasurable moment of my life, and I can make it last longer by keeping my eyes closed.