I don't want to think right now.
You're gonna have to soon.
Then I'll wait till soon comes.
What do you remember?
Bits and pieces.
Like what.
I don't remember.
I'm shaking. My hands and my feet and my lips and my chest. Shaking. For any number of reasons.
You feel okay?
No, I feel like shit.
It'll get better.
A MILLION LITTLE PIECES
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fallen rain. (: