oh dear. it’s come over me again.

it’s a sickness of sorts, really. when it first came, it swept over me like a plague infecting my every breath. each breath became progressively more difficult. as i labored to recover and try to remember what life was like before the sickness, i could only wish that there would be an end.

but no. salvation would not come. it mocked me as i withered away in the agony.

it’s been years since i kicked the habit, and i thought for sure that all would be ok now. i thought for sure that i had managed to escape from the clenches of this addiction, but now, years after my initial dealings with this venom it has returned.

and i have relented.

and so now i’m left with nothing to do but fight.

and so i will.

tetrinet2, anyone?

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