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A moonlit room.

A half full bottle.

That damnable tapping is back.

Like an artillery barrage against the inside of my skull. 

God, why does this tapping always fucking happen?

Is it because I'm thinking too much again?

Isn't this what the bottle is for? To stop the thinking?

Or does it fuel the thoughts? I don't remember.

The rest of that bottle is looking promising.

Could I have done things differently?

Was there something I missed?

Hell, I know the answers already, yet I still can't help but ask.