pound on my skull further and further drill into my brain all i can think of is my hunger starving grumbling aching longing for air and food and sleep my brain needs relief stop pounding it hurts like hell.
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Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)
Reviewed on October 24, 2003
hate to admit it but i have been in such a place- piece well written, tks.
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