(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

whatever wights might attack.
Though I know there's nothing else here, now and again I look over my
shoulder. I don't know why.
Don't know how deep they are maybe infinite void can't fall can't fall
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Maze Entry 3
Damn I'm hungry.
Must be weeks down here. Stomach has bloated and withered and bloated
again. Regenerating body keeps death at bay.
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Maze Entry 4
ten sleepless nights ebb and flow insomniac's sharp, clear-glass gaze fogs
over can't sleep
The ground is hard to sleep on, but lying down and resting is little comfort.
The feeling of being out in the open makes it hard to rest, and even if I do
manage to nod off vestigial dreams claw at my mind and leave me in a fitful
half-sleep. I regret having my dreams restored sometimes.
I know I'm alone, but I can't help but feel like the eyes are on me.
O lips full of lust and of laughter,
Curled snakes that are fed from my breast,
Bite hard, lest remembrance come after
And press with new lips where you pressed.
For my heart too springs up at the pressure,
Mine eyelids too moisten and burn;
Ah, feed me and fill me with pleasure,
Ere pain come in turn.
O garment not golden but gilded,
O garden where all men may dwell,
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