Crawling
The anxiety that is worsened by music and by words is a vague and disconcerting one. It won't slow down. My skin is crawling, and the sleep I don't want is the only escape. It's like a silent scream
bulletproof blank (n): 1. an impenetrable space. 2. the frustrating sensation that no word used in that gap could convey what I am trying to say.
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