NYOIL 2020 return???

... he sat curled in a tight ball at the furthest darkest corner of my psyche. Battle scarred and gravely wounded, I could hear him mumble and murmur beneath his breath in the dark and still moments between consciousness and sleep.

Over the years I'd learn to quite his voice, calm his thundering spirit and control the hurricane that was him.

But for some reason... his voice... has begun to grow louder, as it invades my slumber .. it's hard to make out what he's saying... but it sounds an awful lot like... "wake up!"

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