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Fourteen
The sad thing about numbness is not the trembling hands nor the total loss of control of one’s own body, almost like they are another entity habiting an oversized body. It is neither the inability to keep one’s feet steady on the floor that slowly fades away nor the incessant buzzing ring inside their ears, or the sweat streaming down their face. The problem with numbness is the rushing that comes just immediately after – the forceful rush of adrenaline invading every part of the body and the sudden hypersensitivity from zero to above hundred.
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