he pulls his hood down tight leaving only his eyes exposed.

The still visible skin on his face is a pale yellow, his eyes, bloodshot and screaming with pain. He reads more:

I want to forget certain things, whole sections of my life... events, people, feelings... but my incessant mind won't let me.

Did I really want to forget anyway?

What excuse would I have to be angry then? Did I really want to let this soft, comfortably numb feeling go away?

What would I do with myself?

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