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If I knew what was wrong with me, would I fix it?

There have been tiny darting things, just out of my vision, all day long. It's beginning to become a bit tiresome. Fae whisperings in my ear. Ghost voices in my head. I can hear you, you know. Even when you think I'm not listening, I can.

Today I decided that I was a teacup. All I need now is some warmth to be poured into me. It's so very cold in here, so cold.