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hangovers and comedowns.

I woke feeling numb, no memory of the past twenty-four hours. I try to swallow it turns into a dry gulp. I'm dehydrated a great hunger grew over me. My eyes heavy and bruised, trying to adjust them to the dimly lit room i lay in.
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