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I lie in this humid chamber, drinking my glass of tepid water. A little dribbles from the lips, my own and the glass's: an amount too small to wipe away, but annoying enough to be noticeable. It is this lethargy that kills more spirits and souls than any number of sky-diving accidents or rock climbing mishaps. In those cases, both the body and the mind were elevated from normality, and soon released from it entirely. This stuffy room of fluffy blankets and hazy air has suffocated so many young thoughts, giving a moment of silence for each of them would leave me mute for the rest of my life. And so I stare at this dull screen to think of other way I could commemorate them. Blink. Blink.

Maybe I'll think of something.