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Dreamy
Floating
Sad
Chillout
It comes in the evenings, it comes when it is unexpected, it strikes then, knocking you off your feet, taking away all your strength. It only allows you to escape into the sleepy fog of oblivion. Powerlessness woven from pain. Unfinished death, flowing secretly through arteries, stealing oxygen and body heat. The approaching silence of the grave.