Time has frozen. Static fills the moldy hotel room. Annoyed by the jazz on the radio, you turn on the permanent rain. Or is it the other way round? It's late, and you realize you're losing your mind. But is it really losing your mind if you realize it's happening? Maybe you've just misplaced it. Thing is, you came here to do something, not to sit here, sweating, brooding, trying every vice at your disposal to numb your pain. Is this really how you're gonna play it? After all you've been through?
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