It feels like sweating for four months straight.
Like you can’t breathe quite right and your heart is beating just a little too fast.
It feels like never enough sleep and an empty stomach.
Like waking up late and forgetting what day it is.
Like remembering you’ve been lost for so long that you gave up on finding your way back home.

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