The Body Never Sleeps
You would think that the stress of life takes a toll on simply a person's body.
Or maybe that one would stop and take a break for a while.
But no, the body never sleeps.
Not during suffering.
Or exhaustion.
Or pain.
It is restless through the night. Constantly thumping. Until it repeats the day's work again.
Countless veins, arteries, organ working together.
Day after day.
For the sole purpose of keeping you alive.
Until one day, it just-
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