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Wednesday January 25th 2012, 11:06 pm

Shakes and aches, toils and foils. Torturous on occasion, some days are much worse than others. Like some vile succubus draining energy from my very limbs. Fingers will not respond to commands, the wrist will jolt. It is my inherited mortal enemy. And the frustration of enduring it’s numerous assaults while attempting to fulfill my work can be overwhelming beyond properly conveyed descriptions. Sometimes it feels like my insides want to scratch through and leap out of sundered flesh. It fatigues rapidly, and muscles tighten and strain. It slows my progress to agonizing lengths of passage. My own personal never-ending battle. A war that I can never fully win, but I will also never surrender.

The Tremor
January 25th 2012

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