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It was like bright lights. That’s what it was, like bright, blindingly bright lights had been turned on in nearly every room in his head. No corner that was still there to be lit was left dark. His eyes stung and he saw orange spots staring into the intensity of that light. It was painful and revealing. It hurt in the suddenness and it hurt in the intensity and it hurt with the brightness. But it also hurt and it carved away at him from the inside because he was realizing now that there was blood on the walls of the rooms in his head, just smeared in it, and how it glared bright under that light.

He never dreamed that he would wish for the dark again.

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