there's a type of tiredness indescribable. it's not exhaustion. it's not emotional. not physical. is it giving up? is it hot eyeballs, cold fingertips?
huck finn says: 'Everything was dead quiet, and it looked late and smelt late. You know what i mean - i don't know the words to put it in.'
my skin is so hungry and i can't get warm. i'm blood chilled reptilia.
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